to be out

Out again,
this time in the desert.
Walking towards the mountains
my back to the city.
The trail winds around rocks
rust red sand, white quartz, sun bleached gold.
They all take on the glow of the setting sun.

That time of day again,
that takes your breath
and your words
away every time.
Every detail of the canyon I face
chiseled out of light.
The orange gold light
becomes a presence,
that awes you,
humbles you,
and is you
all at once.
The air, mountains, trees, cactus
to this light
resound.

(this trying to put into words -
a work in progress)

under
white pearl of a moon
glowing above the desert
my path becomes clear