Another poem from the vault

Hills in the desert
Staring at the plains
Cacti, ocotillos, sagebrush, creosote, pinyon, nolinas and juniper
Horned lizard, bighorn sheep, fox, lynx, coyote
In the end there is always a reference to sex
A pass, a lookout, a drop-off into a canyon
My family is with me
My mom is about to be diagnosed with MS
I am free in my own world
I am jubilant
I am crazy
I am struggling to connect with another
I see the clouds spilling and breaking over the mountains
and am awed by their beauty
I am composing songs in my head
I am composing elaborate constructions to show enough primes exist
I am getting impaled by cacti
I am a balloon losing contact with the earth, floating away free