StoneLion's Writings

Driving to Tucson

That dark desert
engulfs the highway
and my mind.
The coyote's blue moon
rising high
over the mountains
cools the road,
and creosote tastes of life,
a reminder of moisture.
She and I on these journeys,
become a single desert animal.
Pursued by the night
she and I race past Florence
toward Tucson and home.

Those garish city lights
lick her hood
and drag across my face.
The night tastes of dust
and wetness
as she and I roll in
and so do the clouds
from the south.
Lightning whips the sky
as we separate again.
Knuckles tap her hood
and the wind kisses away
her warmth,
home in Tucson.