Jewels
During a journey of five hours
as the bus powered across,
Nevada appeared as a stolen stone
to be polished and recut.
So I stretched the skin of its sky
across a scored white page,
wrote the joshua trees in rows
to pull out the sun in words.
I aimed to make the arid wind
drive the sagebrush to dance,
I dug up the silver in the earth
and made a shape of love.
Then I looked up, hearing
the language of the Pauite tribe,
stepped over the turns of two centuries
and gave their jewel back.
Catherine Davies lives in Holywell, North Wales. She works in social care and has previously published Problem Box, a book of short stories with Amazon Createspace. Twitter @rubydecade