Mud Maiden

To Edward Abbey 

In spirit
In canyon

covered
In mud
may crusty mineral
bottoms remain glued
to my fair pores
native sunscreen
to be seen
on the Green
the roar of the oar
meeting the flint print
of the mountain lion
there is mindfulness
or death
boredom or presence
pick your toe nails
with discipline
if you have to
undergo the pedicure
of the wild
dress your dinner with
pepper and sand
count your chances
of a harsh and poetic
end
dangling from
the divine slackline
where your name means
as much as
the proud cloud
emptying itself
virgin rain
making fun of
a grade A aridness
indulge in helplessness