my spirit wends
the woof and warp
~~~~~
appreciation
~~~~~
the aperture of my eyes
apprehend an amalgamation
of subtle ochre and olive
~~~~~
the shuttle oscillates
into the
oblivion of
a henna hued horizon
~~~~~
cacti in clusters
huddle under
"Mother Trees"
and other larger
spiny denizens of the desert
~~~~~
moisture is maintained
by miniscule leaf
and maximum storage
~~~~~
saguaro still sanguine
with water
~~~~~
what a tenuous
tapestry is knotted
in this temporal
craft
~~~~~
awe inspired by
the wheeling of hawk
even vultures have
elegant eloquence
of place
~~~~~
i floated all above
this macrocosm
higher and higher
til I was only
only a mote

in the eye

of

*EAGLES