The sky is pale blue closer to the ragged spines of the outcroppings

Deepening as feathered clouds skitter across the sun

The chlorine tang of creosote among the juniper and oak

Flashes of green in the unforgiving

The stars so plentiful to make constellations meaningless

Assigning connection when the horizon spills over the dry palm of the desert

The cold fingers of the wind on the soft dimple of my skull


joshua tree national park