That silently standing
heap of a temple

a body of earth, the mother
carved in the wind and rain

pelicans take flight,
the colors of the sky 
like pastel banners 

This formation of beauty
rises out of a placid saline pool
paired with a tiny blank
mesa to the south 
a piece of land
that  stretches wide 
like dust covered wings

If you listen closely 
the sound of small grey waves
lap the soft tan shoreline -
The sun is always there
high above
draping the hills in
a brilliant light fabric