there is a lot of light that asks me to stay
—for A and S
do you know how many types
of palm trees there are
whispering in AZ have you seen
the cottoncandyclouds bloom
lavender-pink : then mango-
gold —those sunrises that make you plum
switch sides of the road to get
the best view make you
forget your self— all of you
the sunrise transforms
& the suns red carpet is pink
and coral and never ever only one color
& the mountain silhouettes
are its adoring fans
here where 4 mountain ranges meet
make holy the valley & the city inside
where i orient myrself
by which mountain range which igneous
metamorphic sedimintary stones i face
make holy where rattlebirds and hummingsnakes
are everywhere i watch out
for them
it has been written if there is light there is life
& there is a lot of light that asks me to stay
where the sunrise sky makes me look past
the electric lines— past
the ember burning
in my throat that has been there
that has refused
to cool to ash
