Mid-Summer's midday blaze,
slow burns a deep desert canyon.
Randomly seeded by giant's
carelessly tumbled boulders,
sentinels of a slender creek.

My tribe and I,
tree hugging outcasts,
peaceful pilgrims living freedom songs
we follow the hidden ways of water.

Soothing our hot-pepper feet
in the shock of shaded-iced pools.
Lift cool in cupped hands,
sip grateful shivers in the heat
while our toes gossip with God,
nudging him in languid syllables
'till silent stone lips spill grace.

Canyon's mouth yawns
on the meadow buzzing with bees,
thrumming with destiny.

Just go, I thought,
escape the logic of gravity
unencumbered visit the Queens,
rising, falling, hovering
in their alchemy.