When you can no longer
Celebrate the trees in winter rain,
For all the water they’re drinking up
Because you’re drowning in it,
Inflate your lungs and float south
Toward the sunshine.
Expand your arms again.
Paint your nails hues of fire.
Set up a tent and exhale into the golden heat.
At night, when your heart claps a gentle flamenco
And guitar thrums rise from the baked earth,
The desert flora will gather to applaud you.
Still glowing, even in sleep
The newest drinker of the sun.