I find myself in sunset

Wandering

Miles of mountains between me and my truck

Wondering

Up in the dry peaks, I find a roofless temple

A flat stone, no walls to echo

And no more questions

Purple mountain majesty

Nesting cushions of crimson

White rapids of horsetail brush

Tangling flamingos in fuschia pools

Sponge streaks of gray and silver

Alight with tangerines and lemons

Bleeding away

Originally right here

Deeper than the deep mountains

How happy I feel

As my water runs empty

In the cold night