In the quiet of the desert, I hear a crow. The endless blue sky has never understood rain. Nor does it want to. The startled lizard repeats its nervous pushups. I press on forever seeking what is always beyond my reach. Red rock canyons speak to me in ancient tongues I barely recall. Dry creeks know the coolness of water only in their memories. A fly buzzes by. The mighty cottonwood presides over stories of time long past. Where does this lead too? Where do I go? I sit upon a rock outcrop. Nowhere to go. I am already here.