The sun beats down in horizontal slits
through the shade I put up in a futile effort to block the light.
I guess sleeping past noon really is a waste of my time.
The wash is running again today.
Millions of gallons of water crashing through the undergrowth
with all the fury of that storm that blew through two nights ago.
The aftermath of destruction leaves us breathless.
Thin clouds obscure the sun,
enough that I can look straight at it and not have to look away.
Breathe in the humid air,
and place a finger to my lips
as a tiny lizard scampers across the sand dunes I made with my feet.
The desert is beautiful tonight.
All sand and heat and starlight.
Lying on my back at the edge of the Saguaro National Park East,
feeling the Earth spin on its wild path through the heavens.

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