Waiting for the mighty sun to set
In the warm breeze of 29 Palms
The moon was getting bright
As if it has finally unlinked
Its glow, with its purpose
Earnest, fearless and enormous
I see the satin desert clouds
Glowing with the borrowings
Of the brightest moon of my life
They move slowly, as if they belong
In the shimmering gown of a sky princess
With stars scattered across in excess
To Shine, is the code of Joshua tree
All that glory, moves my heart
When all that can survive the day
Glows at night, in its audacious moon
They all look like out worldly bliss
Beneath the white aurora, I didn’t miss.
(They had auroras back in Ann Arbor yesterday)
-Al