Friday, June 28, 2013

The High Desert

Of what is reflecting
And radiates heat.
To that within compact
And solid ground.
Yields Oak and Joshua Trees.
Promises perches for Ravens
Who have witnessed the
Previous rains.
Surpasses midday sun
With Desert Night descending.
The Mexican Red Wolf,
Dared to howl,
Here.
Once.
No more.
Its Junipers make smoke
More sacred that mere sage.
Those lush Valleys owe their
Fruit to these stretching,
Hot, desolate places.
Dreams deliver thermals,
Upon which Ravens, Hawks, Vultures
Rise and rise and rise.
Each sun-drenched moment,
Like so many Red Rocks,
Bear up patience and agony,
Within stillness and Shadow.
This High Desert:
Gave birth to the Rockies and Sierras;
Its histories exposed by The Colorado;
Winding through so many years.
So untamable that the last wild buffalo herds
Made their holdout on its plateaus.
This unconquerable place,
This oasis of exposed Sun and Star,
Maintains our prophets’ promise of Redemption.

~Michael Salonius, June 28, 2013

(Exclusively for Tawny’s birthday)

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