Alongside a man who slept best in the desert
I lay all night with my back to the sand.
My adhesive planet held me as stars rolled above,
Alive, awake between grains of sand and grains of light
Myriad specks in the place named for absence.
Everything turning
Like an amusement park ride that depends on centrifugal force.
“Caution!” the desert flowers warn.
They’re all yellow, those stars of daylight,
All of us holding on till dawn.
