by Ilyssa, 18
Liberty High School, Peoria, Arizona
the mountain cradles the rising sun as it leaves
a warm pink collection of colors in the air.
Bright, brutal sunlight turns the sky on
like an electrical switch and the sky becomes
the staccato of a wood pecker tapping on my roof
in the morning stirs me awake.
an endless stretch of rocks and dirt, harsh
to the eyes, a barren desolate land.
a dead bunny carcass lies on the newly
paved road, it ran towards the wheels of a
car. Now, it’s left behind a sore sight
for all except hungry lone scavengers.
time, time slips through the fingers like
yellow grains of sand left behind on a beach.
Even time moves slowly in this eternal home.
Written in Response to "Five Directions to My House" by Juan Felipe Herrera