Watch the sun color the sky orange,
over the lip of the mountain to the east.
Tiny bird tracks are the ones you follow,
yellow and purple flowers cover the ground.
Make your body twist and bend
under a barbed wire fence.
Weeding squash next to tall, pink zinnias,
bells of blue-white sesame flowers.
Large black bees hum,
while butterflies dance above the rows.
The silence is so big
you can’t find your place in it.
Then, one day,
it’s part of you.
Head to the ditch in a roundabout way.
Even though the cool is what you want more than anything,
you wait,take your body in slowly,
feel the water ride up your thighs.
In the middle, where the water is deepest,
find a place where the creeks come together,
you—the land—the water