From: Bare Root: A poet's journey with breast cancer, Terrapin Press, 2002
The surgeon removed my urgent need
for company, so I'm drawn to Joshua Tree
where I watched a desert tortoise oaring the dirt.
She swam into the lake of shade under my Jeep.
The landscape is clear, less populated,
less pebbled with moody irritation.
Even though I'm alone,
I think my new life is in love with me.