Photos taken and words written on September 2, 2019 in Black Rock City, NV on the last day of Burning Man.
Sunrise in the sky,
I’m hermitting because I’m freezing
from when you iced me out and now
I’m slapped with high-altitude air.
Sunrise in the sky,
I’m hermitting because I’m freezing
from when you iced me out and now
I’m slapped with high-altitude air.
Which I still struggle to understand.
Our meeting was as vast and well-timed
as the start of each new day.
I thought this as I retreated further.
But when I peeked out of my shell
we were inside a thick dust storm.
Zero visibility. Just white.
Nature has a way of presenting us with
opportunities to rely on our own internal compass.
Even toward the beginning,
I called you on your shit.
Even then, I didn’t want any of this.
But you did. And I let myself
be exposed because I
trusted you, and abandoned myself.