Cool air cutting through the windows of a passing car,

the heat falling away from the air like

the stripping of feathers off Icarus’s wings.

The night coats itself over the desert like paint,

the sky cerulean, the mountains indigo,

the cacti that dark blue-black of silhouettes.

Creatures scurry across the chilly sand,

hunting one another in the dark.

The stars watch it all from their vantages high above

and wink at the world turning without them,

their bright eyes never straying.

 

Written by Kylie Moss

Contributing writer