Ringtail Trail
Just before dawn, stand in the cool desert.
Eastward, a dark butte protects you from
the light that soon will strike. The oblong moon
hovers, waning, in pale silver sky.
Walk, and your foot crunches the gravelly earth,
loud in the silence. But then it isn’t silent,
is it? Before and behind you birds make music.
Skinny lizard skitters ahead of you. Farther on, a soft young cottontail
disappears into the rattlebush.
Wend between the sticky green leaves
and furry-globe pods of creosote.
Meander past a cactus called “cholla,”
whose clenched red petals open like fists in sunlight.
Short fat barrel cactus bristles with needles
bent like fishhooks. Over all the brush
around you, all the prickly pears, saguaros
Tower. In the west, the sun first strikes a rocky slope,
where green-gold columns glow. Here, in the low
shaded path, scarred and needle-ribbed,
their torsos loom, dark in the light-hot sky.
A woodpecker disappears into a hole
high in Saguaro’s side. Hungry nestlings
cheer inside their cool cactus cave.
You stop. You listen. You wonder at the vast
family of giants, some whose arms reach high
in the endless sky, some whose arms swoop down
to you, offer a ring of white waxen flowers
for you. A month from now, these blossoms swell
in heat to crimson sticky seed-filled fruit
for Saguaro’s beloved Tohono O’Odham,
children of this bright and shining place.
You also mourn the fallen within, beyond
this blazing miracle. Saguaro ribs
and netted cholla bones blanch and molder.
Still you send the peace of dawn to grieving
corners of the wounded earth. Here,
now, you listen. You are small. Protected
by giants, can you hear a keening and
a cheering in your cave, your scarred and healing
Heart?
O Dave , you take me there , through the desert dawn to the Cave of the Heart ❤️.
I like how you crafted this poem and played with words. And you captured that early morning desert. Thanks for inspiring me!