Embarkation

I dwell among the desolate
In the feral fierceness
And wild shadow
Of rock and dune.

Chambray skies weep light
And creation is baked
In torrents
Of radiance.

This rawness
Is embarkation
Where all begins
Whose endings are transient.

Sound has no meaning here.
There is but the aroma
Of baked sands
And visions of shimmering mirage.

I receive the ardor
Of this intentionality.
Every small creature has purpose here.
Even me.