Back in the desert
on a boulder alone
where the river runs deep year-round<\/p>\n\n\n\n
when I was young
between tired pi\u00f1ons
I lay me down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This place chose only us
sing desert birds
at dusk<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in the shadow of cliffs
wind carries downtrail
water sounds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
A pool in the hollow of a stone
holds a handful of rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
holds all the stars
in the night sky listening.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Back in the deserton a boulder alonewhere the river runs deep year-round when I was youngbetween tired pi\u00f1onsI lay me down. This place chose only ussing desert birdsat dusk in the shadow of cliffswind carries downtrailwater sounds. A pool in the hollow of a stoneholds a handful of rain holds all the starsin the night … Continue reading Night Sky Listening<\/span>