A few years ago I spent some time at Ojo Caliente in New Mexico. It’s a resort of hot springs, beautiful accommodations, and good food. Soaking in a hot spring one afternoon, this poetic inspiration arrived. I've changed a few lines after reading the original poem. Robert Frost was right. "A poem is never finished, it is mearly abandoned."
Ojo Caliente
© 2010 & 2016 Rolland G. Smith
Earth's water pools from deep within
Releasing places that I've been;
Relaxing body, mind and soul
So once again the spirit’s whole
Old mineral springs both hot and cool,
Emerge and flow in gentle pools
Creating balance ‘tween all things.
In water’s warmth, my body sings.
The Posi Pueblo is nearby
Though gone and crumbled to the eye,
Yet ancient spirits roam this land
Anointing all with sacred sand.
I know there are the ancients here,
With spirit forms that cause no fear.
I sense their wisdom in this place
That benefits the human race.
When I am gone from time and earth
I’ll roam this land in spirit’s birth.
If mortal life returns to me,
Return I will on bended knee.
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