Brittlebush

I walked along clouds of brittlebush
With coyotes hanging out in corners
Just where the canyon narrows
And still high from yesterday’s moon
They serenade for the sun to drop out
Thirsty for what the brittlebush will leave behind
There’s so much distress in the creep of the nighttide
Unguarded from nature’s lawlessness to fully enjoy
And soon the silver-blue flowers of the brittlebush
Will watch good collide with evil
At the thin line that splits day to night
For now I will applaud the desert for its beauty
And make peace with for what is to come