November 30, 2015


The sun rises, ‘luminating the craggy spanse
Moisture glistens its last remains on cactus stands
Ocotillo and mesquite seem faded in the new light
but their arid aroma sharpens as it wards away the night

The dust lies thick on the coarse strand
Packrats scurry for pools of shaded sand
Night blossoms wither and fall away
Mercy invites ruin to this place

Spines and stones are this world’s yield,
Stark beauty in heat that scours the shimmering fields
Even in this raw land, blistering waves
Life, colors thrive amidst lives and graves.

Windchimes and flutes whisper wavering in the dust
They sing, breathlessly of plodding and rust
Remembering passers-by and ancient ones
Who quietly, slowly faded away, into water, or oblivion.