What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs

What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs

   Where cacti and mescals dare to abide!

Here and there, dozens of petroglyphs

   Decorating the canyon may be espied.

In large nesting circles neatly drawn

   In evaporating wisps and bold squares

In a sun to give thanks for every dawn

   In little starbursts and stick figures

In a deer, in an eagle looking strong

   In a war scene kept by the ancients -

It remains unsaid - time is not long

   But to a murky end, everything drifts.