the desert doesn’t need justification
for its existence
like I do.
when no one is listening,
it still makes noise.
the arid wind sings its solemn hymn
with no one around to conduct it,
coyotes howl and sigh
to no one in particular
about nothing in particular,
dead brush whistles
in near harmony with the breeze,
birds yell overhead,
( dinner plans? selfish soliloquies? )
vermilion sand gets
by some invisible goliath’s hand –
and this continues forever,
until entropy envelops the earth.