The moon’s silver crescent
transects the ram’s horn
above the valley floor,
deflects endlessly
sifting enigmas
that bury our thoughts
in the migration of stars
across the black
marbled night.
Pillars of stone lit
in a vast whirling
cylinder of blue
and white sky crystals
distend in firelight
and water dance,
contest the weight
of the horizon
against our awakening
presence of mind.
Surrounded by the
foundations of eternity
and stars laced together
by our mythologies,
we dream lucidly
in the newness of time
and enter the fluidity
of the desert kohol night.