The First Day of Might

The results of a walking meditation.

On Might’s first day
dawn cast mountain shadows
across the waking city.

We walk
past stone walls guarding
neatly trimmed lawns that glisten
with water raining
from the steel heads of sprinkling systems
attempting to transform this desert
into a modern Eden.

We stroll
down a rise marking
the point where fault lines mate,
we don’t consider the earthquake
that will eventually tear Las Vegas apart;
why worry about a natural disaster
when the planet itself trembles
beneath the clash of icons.