Landscape

A hot breath moves morning across desert floor
Into cool crevices hidden from day,
Then in evening lap the alluvial shore

With bare chill (as opening a basement door),
Naked in darkness, not seeing the way;
A hot breath moves morning across desert floor.

Mud, dripping immobile between rains, implore
Not much from cloudless sky in their delay,
Then in evening lap the alluvial shore.

A lizard, tail straight up, running on all four
Legs, belly off the wicked rocks to play.
A hot breath moved morning across desert floor.

Goose-bump shadows in golden morning choir,
Worth and truth, again and once more we pray,
Then in evening lap the alluvial shore

As we look before touch, and think way before
Wisdom. Rocks turn to sand in our hand. Stay.
A hot breath moves morning across desert floor,
Then in evening lap the alluvial shore.

Above photo: Desert Scape