Phoenix, Arizona

the desert brought

my greatest harvest –
__________

the other man’s dust
rose swiftly
from the dunes

all the grainy details
blinding me
as one

the calm post-storm
under-
whelming.

__________

at first, I could’ve sworn
you were a mirage
out there –

the seeds you carried
birth barren plains
from rough hands

the peace on your face once dishevelling.
__________

the longer I’ve
lived here, the more
primal I feel. The more

at peace with the
pieces I could never
really settle

Even indigenous
to the art
of becoming.