 Hi, good afternoon This poem is dedicated for people who give up What they think they need to give up in order to be free? poem is called time in the desert About halfway down the service road was wish was where she stayed in a trailer not so big by not so big What was out there? No companionship no entertaining not even TV because If she could get television out there, it wasn't much of anything but news and snow Each morning she went to the reservation to check with her folks To shower and to eat and it was only a mile and a half in and the same way out By high noon. She had her usual yucca and canned chili Then she'd be off to her work in a shed and a hot desert sun She made poetry and she fashioned clay all day on a potter's wheel and people would drive over from the city and town to buy her pottery and This was her life for a good chunk of years Was it penance? karma Monkdom in dentured servitude or Was it a life worth living? Only a coyote goes out into the desert because there's something to eat and She was fed not by material comforts But by solitude and a simple plan