Only the Wind

There’s something
down there
waiting to live

But at this burnt hour
before the tired sun
hides behind the hills

I feel only the wind

first a flirt
with hairs on my hand

a dance across
my chest

and best:
a stinging kiss on my cheek

and I know I am alive

even if it’s only the wind
that tells me

off it goes
playing
through the dry rattlesnake grass
searching for its next romance