I see the limitless sky.

The bold, protruding rocks piercing an endless blue.

Brush struggling to survive against all odds

 in a place inhospitable to their needs.

I see clouds, rain is coming.

I see slopes, varied in their sharpness

from a gentle curve to a whip-lash inducing arch.

 

I imagine an oasis beyond the horizon.

I envision the stars made invisible by daylight

yet ever present in the sky.

Brush surviving despite struggling against all odds.

I imagine the weary traveller who came upon this place,

his camera.

I imagine the heat of summer

bearing down on his shoulders.

I imagine the dusty road he stands on,

and the worn-down sneakers that support his feet.