Sonoran desert
sacred hot breathed
scorch of footsteps, blood red sands
sun bleached, grey boned skulls
this wash, a hallowed holy ghost
unnerving place, this hiss of fire
molten and slow
hot as fever, red prickling 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 the velvet, desert peyote
and you have come to understand
the universe in a fleck of sand