All day in the desert

You awake wanting to do
something hot,
where your sweat
is pulled from your body,
cooling you off.
You want to dance in
the towering shadow of
the Saguaro Cactus
standing strong against
the silhouette
of the dawning of day.
You want to trek
down this roadless,
backcountry wilderness,
hats, sunscreen, water
ready for the sizzling sun.
You want to go
where roadrunners chase
lazy lizards
from their sunbathing
off of orange-tan rocks.
You want to witness
hovering hummingbirds
fly above, kissing
the bright violet flowers
of a hedgehog cactus as
if in love in early spring.
You want to run
your long fingers over
the drawn Petroglyphs
on massive boulders,
telling of a time
when natives ran wild
over this land.
You want to hear
the screech owl’s hoot
as dusk descends.
You want to bask
in the orange/blue/violet
stunning setting sun,
then go home to dream.