A golf club,
I thought forgotten in the grass,
stopping me in my tracks.

A desert mistress appeared silently,
a flicker of light glinting off her scaly back.
She lay basking in the long, green golf course grass,
hidden off the fertilized fairway,
near a perfectly groomed sand trap.

My approach interrupted
her warm, sunny toasting reverie.
Momentarily our two worlds merged,
each assessing the other.

She had a strange beauty,
my curiosity piqued.
Dusty gray-brown skin hosted
mingling stripes, evolving to a distinctive
diamond shape marking, that ended with
a tail rattle held high.

She did not hiss or flick her rattle;
did not coil to strike.
She slithered and wound away,
slowly disappearing,
desert sand camouflage completely
absorbing her patterned body.

Tiny vibrations
were left in her wake,
flickering at my heart.

4 thoughts on “Momentum

  1. Karen says:

    Martyn is in Scottsdale right now and Anton is with the same group.
    He said you and John had just left. So I know where your poem came from today.

  2. mincs1 says:

    It would have been wonderful to have seen Martyn in Arizona! I didn’t want to leave 😦

  3. Meghan says:

    Lovely poem; your diamond back snake was vivid in her pose and her actions. A lovely juxtaposition to the fertilized fairway and lush green. Nicely written, Mary!

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