Devil’s Garden Utah

we climbed on rocks
before stopping to watch them

and wandered into a dozen people’s
pictures of a hole, forever skipped
as places to sit that are taken

until the night, when we got lost
we barely made it back
by following the hardness
of where other people had stepped

you stood in the center
of a frozen pond, a girl in a dress of ice
frilled with directionless fish

that saw me grow calm,
fluid in the face of your danger


  1. j.h. white

    What is it about Moab? I was pulled up through that same hole in the rock by a strong arm I wasn’t sure I trusted. Was saved from nearly falling from the face of a boulder…. having to harden my own path back to camp by night fall. But the softness of the arms of flesh against the hardness of the stars.

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