Barren landscapes whooshing by in the night give eerie silk to headlights passing blindingly by.
In a sun bleached desert morning, the dew dissipates in an hour’s half, measured in pinches, wet epitaph.
Does the rocky sand ache for the sea?
Does the Joshua tree lean west in search of company, no grassy wheat washed field at its feet?
A star-speckled spread of sky edged upon the mountains’ shadow imbues the blue of night in echoed song sung in endless open muse:
The ocean’s deep remembers me. I am complete.
2 Replies to “Nature’s Nature”
this one gave me chills.
The big open. It can be chillingly sweet.