Nighttime, I am alone
In the desert,
Moon, sand, stars,
My only companions.
Clouds have forsaken this land.
The sky, a wanderer, has left his staff behind.
Knees lower to kiss the dirt floor,
Heels press into haunches,
No pain. The world outside
Blinks confusedly at the present,
Contends with the future,
Disavows the past.
Inside this cave,
Bread, water, salt
Keep me alive. The wind
Feeds my spirit.
Originally published in The Cannon’s Mouth, Issue 60 (June 2016), page 66
|Phoenix, Arizona desert skyline at night|