Wind tonight
moving through the grass like a prayer
while the moon has taken up
position between two palms
and looks ready to wander.
Any midnight pilgrim

would follow the compass needle in his heart
to the mountain trail that rises
until there is no mountain,
only the footprints between the stars

of those who came before them.
They left when it was time,
when the jaguar told them
about the lost moon
that came too close to Earth

and was caught in a tangled mesquite.

David Chorlton lives in Phoenix and enjoys a view of the desert mountain that occupies its space surrounded by the city. He has had an unusual year in which watching the local wildlife has been a help in his recovery. Read other articles by David.