We move slowly through a desert brush
in a low sea of browns, ripe greens, rust and wildflowers
there's a certain weight behind our little
progress.
We are looking for a view of the sea
in a canyon valley at dusk.
The third hill we've tried and we
might not find anything before
night. But these hills really
breath.
The moon, a mountain lion eye,
climbs above our hill a certain
weight behind its little
progress.
