My bones feel warm again
The Indian wood has a way
A wave of metallic tickles
within the volcanic center of my ear
This generous hug
Of a mesquite's broadening branches
props the fading ashy-violet sunset
atop it's flexible vegetal crown
Here
Stillness knows it's enduring self
A way that brings the hollowness of dangling wood chimes
into the push of a hallowing wind
Here
The desert's dusty fingers
nudge a rolling breeze
through interminable webs of cactus thorns and spider dens
And wrapped in the warmth
Is a stubborn,
patient closing
I can learn to re-breath
Some
Enormous beauty
Calls out with unhurried pangs
Heart
Finds sleep here
heart finds
heart
I can learn to re-breath