Beyond Black Rock

A dozen birds in flight
then became eight-
grounded in a small town
in a big state
dropped amidst creation,
landing against the wind,
ready to play their small part
in this big thing.
Said simply:
‘It is all in his will!’
We walked out of the desert
but it’s there in us still–
We are flowers
blooming without a well
sparks of a fire
without fuel
indebted to any who need our dues–
So the wind-swept streets of Black Rock
have taught us.
We have walked between
the neon lights and the silence,
children of the spirit
to join us,
showed the beauty
of our plumage,
dressed nightly in tiger stripes–
bringing life to death
and love to life.