vast desert sea of
sand.
red dunes swirl up & over cliffs,
like a whirlwind of stirred coffee grounds,
covering rocks & yucca spikes
with a quiet soft hand.
wind pushes through crowds of branches,
bumping & shoving past the
blue-grey juniper berries,
and i listen to them murmur.
gravity is pulling me down,
inviting me to incorporate into
the sandstone & hard rock.
my bones resist. my shoulder
blades & spine press away.
i close my eyes & listen to
whispered songs,
the rushing whoosh of wind through
lanky weeds & round bushes,
the buzzing business day of insects.
my aloneness hums loud like silence.
my solitude shouts, like the "look"
i get when i talk to some people, & they don't understand.
...yells like that leave-me-alone-look
you get sometimes when you smile & say "hi" to a guy & he thinks
you're hitting on him, but you're not.
flower blooms in the moonlight,
white petals extended for that
one eye that might glance & find need to see beauty,
still gracefully fragrant crushed
& rubbed into the ground. |
