The bird and the squirrel
Eating from the land
Surviving in the moment of wild
Desert heat
Upon the realization of friends
Not in actual physical
But in the spirit of the land
Upon the eyes
Seeing each other
In the light
One by flight
One by land
They protect the life and
Gather what they need
Oh what we an learn
From the squirrel and the bird
The fox and the cactus live
Next to each other
As if brothers
In arms
But in the depth of the thicket of cactus
Is the birds sining their song
With the rabbits tucked away
The refuge of the desert you could say
Upon the floor of the sand
Stands a little man
From the desert within
The fox can only see this when he begins
To move the perimeter
But mutual respect upon the floor of the desert
As the fox doesn’t enter the cactus
And the cactus clears of the fox
How to know
When the smoke closes
In on the world
Creating a mystery of misery
Is this the beginning of a new chapter
Or the end of the familiar one
Said clear into the days fading light
So burnt in the smoke from the trees
Seething up north
Blowing through the jet stream
And brining it down to the desert
Upon the cactus the dust of travel
Awaits
As I decipher what chapter of the book
Is being played
The laugh that comes from within
When you are settled in
From the coast to the midwest
Out to the west under the Camelback Mountain
With tin roofs
Under the light of the desert sun
From the journey to one
Destination
Today I take a breathe to understand
The life that I live now
Will look different but all the same
In a world changing
And falling away from my fingertips
Unto the evening
Of reds and purple
Skies of the desert
On fire with evening light
Descending
The longer the shadow cast
Brings in the evening air
Cool and crisp as the
Desert night
Cold upon the relinquished light
Take me to the desert near the
Camelback trail
The world at large
Could only bring this beauty
Upon my eyes to see
The light of the desert morning
Crisp in it’s falls ease
Upon the praying monk rock
Where the eye sees
Over the edge of Camelback and through
The evening red
The patient await
Tomorrow’s other fate
Upon the rock of consistency
There is a line of our hearts
Direct to the sky
Upon this line
We must hold hope
Of another desert night
