Thorn & Bloom, 2025

Beneath the sun's gaze,

I sat where cliffs cradle the sky.

Ancient whispers wove through the wind,

their echoes blooming in the stillness.

A prickly pear, crowned with blooms, stood rooted in the ruin's embrace.

Its thorns held stories of survival, its budding fruit, a quiet offering of life.

The desert's breath kissed my skin, its warmth a quiet baptism.

In the vastness, I unraveled, shedding the weight of what was.

The earth hummed, and I bloomed anew,

a spirit reborn in the arms of the earth.