mountain ridges sit low… beneath a clear blue sky… dry air stretches thin… across the exposed plain… I stay in it… longer than makes sense… it passes across the distance… and leaves unchanged… dust hangs… longer than the wind that stirred it… the clear blue sky… holds its place somewhere… I stand there… among the mountain range… dryness holds steady… between ground and sky… nothing in me… stays with the breeze… there is a dry air… that rests across open plain… within the air… I stand… watching the mountain ridges sit low… the air travels… through the peaks… I stay put… while the distance keeps its shape… time slips by… without marking the ground… I remain still… and don’t turn around… facing forward… while distant peaks remain faint… along a wide horizon… a persistent breeze… moves across unshaded distance… I stood still… didn’t sway within it… the juniper tree’s shadow… doesn’t move much… even though the day goes on… the ground shows old cuts… that never filled back in… the land doesn’t adjust itself… to being watched… nothing here… points toward shelter… I stop walking… before the land tells me to… I stand still… while the view continues without me… juniper trees stay twisted… where the ground taught them to be… nothing in me… is being pulled… I keep my feet… pointed forward… and don’t… move an inch… my eyes stare steady… at the horizon… where the mountains share… the dry air between them… I don’t move… from this position… even as the desert breeze… comes back through… clear blue remains open… above the mountain line… dry air rests thin… across the open plain… airflow travels… low and constant… through wide space… clear blue remains open… above the mountain line… clear blue remains open… above the mountain line… dryness holds steady… between ground and sky… wind passes steadily… through… the exposed plain… wind passes steadily… through the exposed plain… mountain ridges… hold their line… dryness holds steady… between ground and sky… dryness holds steady… between ground and sky… mountain ridges sit low… mountain ridges hold their line… mountain ridges sit low… mountain ridges hold their line… the mountain span remains stretched… along the horizon…

Still Horizon