From where I stood
the world moved-
the horizon alive
with a display of lilac and blues.
The clouds they
drift like fleeting things
and the rising sun
is all but yielding.
The mass of horizontal movement
at the edge of this world
now interrupted by the containment
of an orange blaze.
And if the skyline did not seem alive before;
here displayed in the bare light
of a simple desert city
the whole world seems but ephemeral.