Saturday, February 16, 2013

The Murmuring Desert

the azure berry
suddenly in morning
falls from clumped up needles
"find a bed, wait for water"

the house finch's
dip and rise, flutter
dip and rise
"my home too!"

snowfall in the distance
a ladder from the sky
obscuring unfamiliar sun
"guess your future"

dunes of sand will never stay still
the wind never chooses a direction
snow here is an exhale from the rainforest
"we move in hinging spirals, not circles"

song of the desert:
a dry patience whispering