2001-2005
I’d go anywhere
to find you
as you, if you could,
would find my scent
on railroad tracks,
travelling fast and low
through dark streams, over stones,
and even through thistle.
The pinons’ dry roots
are barking for water,
the mesa’s dark face
is all I see.
Wind, be as restless
as I am until you find her.
Susan Waters started out as a journalist and subsequently was a magazine editor and writer at the Virginia Institute of Marine Science. Her publishing credits are extensive. She has won 10 prizes in poetry and has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry. Her chapbook Heat Lightning was published in 2017 by Orchard Street Press. Currently, she is Professor Emeritus at New Mexico Junior College.