Moon

The sunshine mooning
the earth below 
the dirt path 
hot with dry dust 
the plumb cactus basking 
the mesquites in
sleeplike trance
each step I take is
long yet short
walking toward the edge
The edge where
the earth
changes
        colors 
and water surrounds 
the magical garden 
of fresh cut lawns, 
and the song is 
new to my ears 
and the shadows 
are spilled 
to cover the lush 
in the air.

Chema 4/94