Allison Wilkins

The Way There and Back Again

Cascading casino chips.
    Usual graceful beauty of nature.
Keep walking to Las Vegas.         
                          Never stopping

at the large ponderosa pine tree
                   in the bottom of the canyon. Specialized
       scrambles, to the upper pool
                          filled with seasonal waterfall

But not Vegas,         dip a hand
     in the tumbling roar.
The trail to Ice Box Canyon, Red Rock.

  
Chips bang phalanges.
    Coil them around a purple circle,         
    one thousand petals
on its surface,             the crown chakra.

Place on top of the head.
    Hope to link with the divine
    and start backtracking to Virginia.
















Allison Wilkins is a graduate of the University of Nevada Las Vegas International MFA
program. Her poems have appeared in Broken Bridge Review, Sin City Review, Peeks and
Valleys: A Southern Journal, Tiger’s Eye, hotmetalpress and others. Her poems have also been
anthologized. She currently lives in Lynchburg, Virginia with her husband and two dogs. She
is an Assistant Professor at Lynchburg College.J.


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