Desert dayAnother day has passed,hours moving fast and yet they crawled along so slowly. The burning, scorching heat that seems to hate has faded; the clouds, they dance with lightning. The softness of the breeze, touching hair and naked skin, wafts earthy scents and warmness, cooling, for they bring night. Lightning kisses mountaintop with desert's silent thunder. Today the sun rose bright and quick upon the buzzing, chirping desert, hotly loving as the morning became day. Lizards lounging in the sun, too warm to think of chasing dinner -- or lizard-love. Sun-imposed quietness teaches everything to hear: listen, Life is singing. Music changes as the sun moves westward to start the winds. They hum their melodies through grass and cactus, bringing pause, a moment taking breath, till disappointing heat reminds that still the day reigns, giving ease but not escape. Yet still the sun makes winds which, blowing hotly, return the knowledge and the hope that evening's respite is near. At last the colors' turning on sun and sky and clouds show the symphony's end. Gold, violet, orange, red: carress the darkening blue as the sun finds other places to warm and fill with life. Sparse raindrops fall, laughing as they pretend to cool though every ear rejoices at the sound. The scents of night pervade the moistened air, which smells of lightning, crisply, sweetly, hearkening to Spring. A planet peeking forth, Venus makes her cool debut; how sad: her deserts never enjoy this sweet relief. This desert comes alive as other stars shine out, greeting animals and cactus with their friendly flickerings. Night is come; it's time to play. Multitude residents come forth from the ground; their day at last beginning to be. Michael Everson Tucson, Arizona, 1983-06 |
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