We weaved our way out of Palm Springs and into the Reservation;
accompanied by fresh gusts of wind, a crisp blue sky and a warm 80 degrees.
As we slowly descended into the canyon, the lightest and most insignificant parts of self separated from my body.
My heart grew stronger, my legs found balance, and my senses sharpened.
The song of frogs along the babbling creak led me further along;
passing a cathedral of Palms, vertically placed rocks, and rolling sage.
My mind sped back in time, dreaming of those before...
Here in this Wild Desert.
I keep lands locked in my heart;