Angrily it beats down, casting little shadow

A massive fireball in the sky, brings life to all

 

Smooth yet choking yellow sand swallows whole

Each grain laid and thrown in its place

One of most exotic carpets of nature

 

Dabs of dry green cactus fills empty landscape for miles

Standing high above sand, motionless, fearless

It pricks against meaningless space, a statue of remembrance

 

Vertical motions of surrounding brown control structured buttes

Watching over, like tall sky scrapers piercing through the sky

Towering prideful and proud, a tourniquet to shelter

 

Quick, easy swipe of shadowing black to be scorpion

Small, barely visible; looks can be so decieveing

Hunting, searching, needing, taking over; hate fuels its pain

 

 

Written: June 19, 2003