East Kachina Trail
I went out for a walk this afternoon as I usually do, but this time made note of some little details I noticed as I passed by. When I got home, I distilled them into this tune. Not a masterpiece, just a harmless exercise in creative writing.
Lyrics:
I walk beneath the desert sun
Still warm in mid-November
Taking note of small details
Too random to remember
There’s a restless itch I need to scratch
Some genie craves escape
It’s straining hard to break the latch
But words won’t take their shape
The crunch of steps in copper sand
The only music heard
Thoughts both here and somewhere else
Match rhythm with the words
A plastic spoon where forks the road
Crow calls to Gambel’s quail
Some cosmic inside joke I think
Past East Kachina Trail
Every yard shows pride and care
Cactus, block and stone
Following a trail yet faint
My thoughts are mine alone
Ghosts of words still trail behind
Transparent, vague and frail
Beckon forward as I walk
Past East Kachina Trail
A rusted steel coyote – his muzzle toward the sky
Frozen in a soundless howl as I reverent pass him by
Further down Equestrian across from Paiute Way
Silent giant sentinels stand watch over the day
Private castle compounds
Arroyo empty but for stone
Counting cadence just like I do
Passers by in worlds alone
Spanish music echoes
From a nearby roof detail
Calls me forward as I walk
Past East Kachina Trail
Still chasing words to bring me home…
Past East Kachina Trail.