Here are the desert grasses
Waving easterly in the Wyoming high-plateau breeze
Mid-summer snow-packed Teton peaks carving half the horizon
Light flashing gold purple wildflowers
And perfectly healthy colored sage.
It’s Warren Bridge freedom at the Green River stream —
Fisherman, rafting, antelope grazing
Borges poetry, metaphysics, Java server-side logic
Paneer tikka masala, almonds, plenty of water
And importantly, no distractions from iPhone bombardment.
Along with Isidoro Suárez
We will all someday be desert dust,
And glory —
Memories of another time.
I choose to be present here now
Alone in this serene, peaceful desert.
Hello to the world, and
Thank you for today.