I celebrate the sand,
the undulating dunes and drifts
that I trek across at dawn.
Sharing my knapsack with camera and tripod
are lengths of fabric, remnants of cloth and ribbon.
Like a child building castles, gauzy and translucent,
I dare to mingle creosote with silk,
let chiffon drop carelessly over cracked clay,
weave grosgrain through cassia,
drape pickle weed and mesquite with organza.
Not detritus, but adornment:
Decoration pointing to glory.
A murmur urges, "Be of the desert,
and declare it."