Desert you are
littered with
lights exhausted day
desert you
are a body collecting
all the sun
you didn’t invite
I am saturated
before I began
what did they think we were
made of
hungry
gardens in the sand
underground right
here on the surface
oasis tornado
and seep
to the bottom
absorbing
every last piece
of release
and stop
and the edge
of empty
and your night
is my morning
and its light
it is calling
me to the sweaty adventure
between the mountains
to return
to the desert
where it all begins
Poetry
Drafts
Desert After
August 2010