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
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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.
Arches? Canyonlands? I was there in winter, when all the shops were closed until March. Ghost town.