Deep Creek

Open

to the mountains only

my hip joints moved to remember

life on the edge

a cliffside

of way too hot

the hare that had nothing to eat

the junipers that knew only one home

one climate, one flavor of granite

one deep creek feeds

the container of the desert canyon

an energetic balance so tight

there is nothing left to pretend

to even imagine

anything but my single connection point

to WHY the FUCK

melts in to the earth

the mother

that never leaves