Miracle in the Nevada Desert 2019

Here I am 
in the rain shadows
on the leeward side 
of the mountain
in sun-baked dirt
cracked
as an old dinner plate.
Out of this, I rise
alone, 
a purple flower
no bigger than your thumbnail.
I shout to blue sky and to you
Here I am … a miracle …
remember me.


Mary Padgen Michna


She always wrote poems. She always loved flowers. This retired journalist returned to the page with poetry. Her work was published in Bullets into Bells, A Time of Singing, The Bluebird Word. Honorable mentions awarded from Passager and Franciscan Spirituality Center in LaCrosse. She is still writing poems and tending her gardens.