Desert Morning

Desert Morning A stiff little north breeze, still cold from the night, shoves warm condensate into my fists and face from my coffee. It was good to assemble that coffee. Then a little weed. A beautiful new morning sun and sky. All my senses are awake and acquiring data. The same thing the quail are doing. And the coyotes. And some hawks and a snake or two. Then the sun is warming us and brightening. The wind changes south, grows a little. In a Juniper grove surrounded by Joshua Trees. The Great Basin Rabbitbrush look on fire. You can smell the rain yonder. Sweet Creosote! Sitting on an old rock where the Indians sat. Waiting for the unfolding. Waiting for lazy friends to arise.