Beautiful

When we entered Pheonix I said I would die
while tendrils of dry heat
wicked away my hydration.

And all the time we rode
in your outdated car without air conditioning
I complained, and boasted my hate for this place
wishing I was in Oregon or Alaska
drinking water by the gallon

We reached camp by nightfall
and I thought again I would die
because we slept right under the stars

but secretly I loved it. and was bursting inside
as the cresent of a lonely moon rose
higher above an outcrop of rocky spires
and gardens of tall saguaros

and secretly, I was breathless
as I heard the desert come alive