Poetry by Elizabeth Gunn
- Lover's Eye Press

- Sep 24
- 2 min read
Blue
the desert has plans for us –
meanwhile, by hand tools, oceanographers
and botanists brush away pink sand
a field lens and a seed press then a collection number then a genus and species
meaning-making
and other important notes…
illogically, moss, syntrichia caninervis, discovers its way here
where we trade vintage dipping bowls
filled by Boötes Void no center, no edge
now chlorophyll
to green vascular moss with its woody, clean aroma crawls
with our thick, orange sun toward milky quartz
through which light slides –
come over here
where moss grabs life without center, without edge
where I love you without center, without edge –
as a Greenland shark swims for centuries
without center, without edge –
its immutable meditation
like the moon’s sizes and shapes…yellow, orange, pink, white, and nowhere moon
always in meditative practice
hugging our deep-rooted, unbroken desert that has plans for us –
canyons sea-beds illogical desire unfixing
this incomprehensive world
into warm light –
and here are our vintage dipping bowls…an offer now
teeming with mossy life finding a way as we, too, rearrange
atoms across the midnight void readying moon’s next vow
the desert has a plan for us –
can you see
my love?
Elizabeth S. Gunn (www.elizabethsgunn.com) serves as the Dean of the School of Arts, Sciences, and Business at Nevada State University. She writes poetry and fiction in Henderson adjacent to the endless Mojave Desert.






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