Desert Sunrise

Behind me, California sleeps,
the toast barely up in Albuquerque,
the coffee lukewarm in Omaha,
Detroit already revealed for
everything it will never be.
But here, snakes and scorpions
glory in the waking of uncivilized
streets, saguaros stand against
all logic and history repeats
its riddle of raucous silence.
A black widow combs her web,
the elf owl sleeps with one eye open,
Harris hawks and diamondbacks
play chess with careless mice–
none of them guessing at love,
none measuring forgiveness,
not one single creature raging
at heaven for a life incomplete
or a home by the sea.