We're back
once again connected
ignoring age, denying time
Euphoric.
We gather in fondness
to laugh, to touch
to talk of life
of me and you and youth
to cry and lose ourselves
in time.

Some restless nights
we find ourselves in Globe;
trace those narrow silent streets
parched arroyos, awesome canyons, grand Pinals
searching for our self
in that old dominion
where our dreams fit
in that expanse.

We're proprietary about our copper culture.
Our 'mother lode' is there
where spewing sulfur smoke
wounds pristine silica skies
that cushion the harshness
of fertile red hills
which stare through open shafts
and gutted caves -
a land of contrasts
that breeds gratitude
and strength.

Here we stand
fewer in number, greater in substance
and style.

Our missing mates and absent friends
are in another realm
beyond some nether place, some otherwhere.
They're just as here
as we are there.

We'll celebrate ourselves,
resentfully re-enter time
and then
our psyches will be bruised again
‘til we return to dream of then;
to love and feel complete again
in Globe.