we set up camp in the desert
when it was already dark
we pitched our tents by flashlight
and shimmied into pajamas
as the cold desert air numbed us
I cocooned in a sleeping bag
staring up at the tent ceiling
wishing I was staring at the stars
desert
Poem #172
out in the desert with a night breeze
warm, thick air brushes every inch of skin
faint wind chimes sing without confidence
the starry sky presents no urgency
relaxation at its most poignant