Thoughts, Visions, and other Items Created by Susannah Thomas Castro 

The spirit of the desert is the shadow of a bird gliding over red earth, 

floating on the updraft just ahead of me. 

 

I pulled an inch of mesquite thorn from my shoe, listening to the thunder and the easy difference between a hawk and a vulture. 

 

A horse that is spooked, dying of feeling;

isolated by fever and heat,

stories of countries or companies,

expectations of perfection. 

Change your behavior. 

 

This clock tracks time 
beyond what I wish to acknowledge 
and the dream dog somehow retrieved 
the remnants of a deer. 
A leg and hoof. 
Just the bones. 
Unidentifiable when removed from the source. Another spirit that flew away. 
Like life itself.