Desert Medicine

Desert Medicine 

(b.b. 3-15-14)

The sharp end again,

Of the knife-edge traverse.

Ancient mud, faded echoes, embraced ghosts

Of the Colorado Plateau.

Feet at the edge,

In blowing sand and the swirl of virga.

Over 1,000 slipped nights,

Fade into the ache of a single sunset.

500 feet of warm air

To the solid earth, turned over.

At the other end -

A welcome closure.

To jump again,

I choose sky.