(Reno, NV) The casinos’ carnival lights can’t deny
the darkness, the silence of the desert outside.
Beneath our invention, beyond our commotion
it waits, impassive, biding its time.

timid, tiny thunderheads
peek over the ridge-tops
then evaporate in blue

Speaking to Jenny on the phone, I heard the frogs in the background for the first time in weeks. They hadn’t stopped calling – they’d been there all along. I’d just stopped listening. I wish I didn’t need a sudden change to shock me back to attentiveness.