Diane Blueshirt-Tyon

Resurrection Trips

Not far from

the graveyards

of every town

we pass through,

from San Bernardino

to Barstow,

and Flagstaff,

to Socorro,

rest the folded clothes

of dead old men,

small

dead old men

waiting

in second hand shops

for me to find

and resurrect them.

Ana’s Poem

The multiverse spins

surrounding the core,

while the gospel

blesses the poor

in spirit…Make my

spirit poor enough.

What are genius

and insight, knowledge

and power

to mice and sparrows?

Better insight with faith

and persistence.

What are buildings

to the elegance and shove

of the wind, what are

marble and steel,

granite and history?

What are we?

“When my time comes,”

the old woman said,

“put up a tent and rest me inside,

tent-flap open to the mountain.

Let me drift and sleep at the edge

of a cliff above a glen.

“And, after, roll me out

and down. Animals

and insects will carry me

home.” Carry me to the

center. Carry me aloft.

Yes, carry me home.

The tramping poems of Diane Blueshirt-Tyon (Diane Solis) have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, excerpted in a book by Judy Reeves about the craft of writing in community, and have been published or are forthcoming in literary journals and magazines, including, America Magazine, The Big Muddy, Emerald Coast Review, and The Lost Country. Diane fell in love the with trains and the trails when she was seven, on her first train trip from L.A. to New Mexico. In 2005 her life partner died. Since then she’s been following in her father’s footsteps, traveling to remote places to photograph and write about the landscapes and wild creatures (including the two-leggeds) she encounters there. Diane Blueshirt-Tyon is her tramping name.