The roadrunner highway darts as I recline on the porch
watching the ancient, amber sunset.
Quail mad dash through sage brush while blue jays rustle
scrub oak branches.
How you bristled like cactus, when I said I was going!
How you accused me of fear, of evasiveness.
Pungent, dusty wind caresses my face while hungry coyotes
prowl and yip nearby.
A fire ant crawls on my bare big toe.
I brush it off and step inside right as the land goes dark.
My response to you-
“Every end is a beginning and every beginning is an end.”