When the wind rises in the desert,
the sand presses in,
weighs on the contours of the land.
The day breaks down into grains.
The dogs have gone to look for you.
They return with strange bones.
Wherever you are now,
Do not lose your bones.
Use them to dig a shelter under the saguaro
before the sun peaks.
You can survive there in the shade
until the dogs, bored with the bones,
return to search the valley for what remains
when the dust has settled.