High Desert Dusk

Alone at dusk,
the high desert quiet,
even the ravens have stilled.

The sunset on fire,
a long way away,
red glow over white branches.

Dust on my legs,
twigs snapping,
hard rock beneath my feet.

Stillness over everything,
trees, rocks, grasses,
and most of all me.

That rock, that tree, and me,
equal in the eyes of nature,
all but moments of time.

The world empties of sound,
of movement, of thought,
A frozen eternity.

I stand in the glow
of peace and silence,