And the last one is a poem called "Restless."
"We know that the man's heart beats faster as he thrust.
The woman coils and recoils and waves of cycles and rhythms,
naked in the eye of the summer storm, inside for winter rains,
even the duende comes and goes.
D.H. said, retreat to the desert and fight,
fight to protect yourself.
But with yourself be strong in the peace,
those hard interiors.
We take the winter walk.
So little has changed, but the angle of the sun.
I see the ironwood wash and foothills, saguaros
and secret arroyos.
The way up and the way down are one
and the same, one path, while we walk
in the still point of evening, hope
to be part of this frail balance of nature."