Desert Bloom

To die and so to grow in the ear of Mount Hira,

A shattered beak faces the fear of…

Along the way of slippery snake,

Past the house of dripping fate,

Under Time’s haunting reign

Into Brain’s cracking frame.

Where blood is smoothed in the fraying cocoon

Where heart is perfumed in the light of the moon

Where mind dilutes in the range of the flute

Oozing delight and spicing the roots

Of a robin bereaving the mute.

An uncontainable spring

Spills out the cave like a

A wide, open vase flinging a wave over

A patch of cactus, and clenching trees,

An angsty rabbit, and moaning leaves.

Water splashes the perch of a trembling feather

Sitting still on a roof she thought was a tether.

The cooing of the doves and the

Buzzing of the dawn

Roll the red carpet and rejoice in

Her song,

Blooming the dew of the desert.