dark
huddled for warmth
overhead
the deepest black
slowly lightens
Sunrise begins
dry and cold the desert
soaks into my hands, face, feet, legs and chest
the wind stirs
i turn my back to it
a cloud catches fire on the horizon
the shadows sink lower
orange and red and green boil across the distance
reflecting into the canyon walls
my shoulders straighten
my spirits lift
the stars are hidden
the wind is still
Day has come.
twisted & tortured
black & burned
dry & blasted
shattered limbs screaming
piercing the 10 directions
splintering the sky.
