Two Poems

1.
My feet are not my feet
Cracked canyons of dust
My feet are the desert
Stains of iron and rust

I cut my legs on stone
With sharpness of heat
Rubbed my face with minerals
Scrambled towards a peak

Dust filtered through my veins
My fears evaporated
Sun snaking through my canyons
Left silence created

Atop the cliffs, forgotten rocks
Naked I gazed across
Valleys draining all my minds
Of myself a loss

I return again, I return
With feet that are not mine
Dust with silent stone beneath
Etched with desert lines

2.
I’ve deserted myself
In a desert
Good