Marfa

I miss the big open sky, an ocean above the arid desert 

Turbulent turquoise blue

shredded cotton ball clouds 

Tumbleweed

Windswept 

Dust devils 

Swirling, disturbing the desert sand 

Pale, bleached landscape 

Tan. Amber. Burnt orange. Brown. Black. White

Explosive sunsets igniting with orange and 

Cooling to lavender 

Renewing sunrises bathed in golden light 

There’s something hypnotic about the desert 

The profile of immense mountains in the foreground 

sleeping giants, undisturbed 

Time is just a concept 

The only reality here is the weather 

It’s miraculous 

Drought. Flash floods. Hail. Snow. 

Relentless forces 

Punishing all in their wake 

Yet the land takes it all in grace 

There are lessons here 

Ancient tales 

You just have to listen 

They’re carried in the wind 

Buried in the sand 

They fly above with hawks 

And slither below with sidewinders 

They bring you back to where you need to be 

Restore your faith 

For me the desert is transformative 

It’s a bath for my parched spirit 

A wasteland where God wasted nothing 

Inexplicable beauty 

Pure 

Raw 

Divine 

Marfa, you run through my veins 

Fill my lungs 

Dictate my dreams 

I’m captivated 

The high desert: home