State of the Desert

Grains of sand finally broke their fever in the darkness of the night, only to have the rising sun come up and infect them again.

A covey of quail delicately moves from bush to bush, discussing current affairs.

A javelina lays the shade wallowing in the whisper of water left over from the last monsoon. The rest of that storm is long claimed– stored in the paddles and appendages of well-armed cactus.

A skull, broken and bleached, hangs on a dead Saguaro– both nearly unrecognizable to themselves.