One night, while I looked up to the stars,
birds scurried through the underbrush,
breaking the silence with peaked chirping.
I noticed that the cactuses had bloomed
with blue and yellow cellophane flowers,
and that, imprinted in the dry riverbed,
animal feet had made tracks in all directions.
Pervasive with vitality, the enigmatic
workings of unseen life carried on everywhere,
the underbelly of a vast, unknowable being,
whose face, hands, breath, and bones
were a measureless constellation,
made of birds, snakes, lizards,
coyotes, mountain lions, human beings,
all together, impermanent and swallowed
into the fiery entrails of a god.
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