Sonoran desert
sacred hot breath
scorch of footsteps, blood red sands
sun bleached bones
this wash, a hallowed holy ghost
unnerving place of hiss and fire
molten and slow
hot fevered sweat
the Yaqui man you’ve met
undulating in a purification ceremony
lashing, the energy cords cut
he is laughing like coyote, wild eyed
green velvet desert peyote
and you have come to understand
the universe in a fleck of sand