Mojave Devotion

The red breasted House Finch

has been singing since morning

a tidy trill

building a playground

for my heart

He is a builder

of the straw,

hair,

dryer lint

nest

Of arcs

dashes

swoops

through

dark or clear skies,

Yesterday

I drove through

the sky

of the Mojave desert

observing mountains,

buttes

rising from an ocean

of earth

Wind and rock

layering

mustard,

red,

almost white

waves

to rise upward

in excited peaks

below,

my eyes bowed