Borrowed Molecules

Scatter my ashes
In the middle of nowhere
Somewhere in New Mexico.

Under the enormous sky
In the sandy brown dirt.

My spirit will wander where it wishes.
Perhaps to the mountain tops,
Perhaps to the stars,
But most likely, I think,
To the hearts of those who loved me.

I want my borrowed molecules
To next be used
In the bodies
Of the fearless creatures
Who live where beauty is everywhere
And food and water are scarce.

June 2023