residing deep in the places

Where darkness feels

at home

a peace hovers like

the early morning fog

on a humid day

after a night’s  thunderstorm

the moist thick air

clings and coats

and grabs you

whole

a barrier to things

other than calm

dripping with certainty

like death

and rotting flesh

in the dessert sun

stripping to the

bones

bleached white

it is done