I know well the exhilaration felt in windswept tundra high above the timberline.
The air, though thin, nurtures. In tumultuous skies I find solace.
Now this, this land of petrified wood, cactus, relentless heat,
punctuated by vast tracts of low growing sage -
why so familiar?
Struck dumb by certainty that I belong here;
desperate with yearning.
Oh - to be swallowed up by these vividly painted badlands.