Into the wilderness

Pronghorn, Kestral

ancient wind songs,

reaches of space into timelessness

a step back

into nowhere human

only ancient maps, births

Where the stars are brightest

and the sound of wind feathers through the merciless sunlight

into a shadow place

And if you sit quiet

you can hear a yucca pretending to be a snake

no silence there

everything talks

holding to the screech, heart, and golden creosote sweetness

whispering in the air

the hot, bright, endless air.

Then the stage rattles through, startling the wild things, stirring the thorns.

The end begins.