The Big Bang

I begged the man 

To let me into my reserved room

Too early he says, frowning

A gust of wind at me.

Me, a tumbleweed crossing the road.

The woman at the Motel next door

Watched a tumbleweed

Disengaged from its roots

Blown by the wind

She said, there's no way
The first place girl 

Is going to sleep in her car. 

Hey, this girl ran 100 miles!
She locked on to my red eyes,
Seeing a snow globe of sand
A whole world in a glance.

She asked why I did it:
I have to push myself over the edge
To truly see the mountain,
I said.

But how is the view worth it?
Confusion mapping her face.
Smiling: I'm not the viewer,
I'm the mountain.

Sunshine has painted me

As part of the mountains of Zion
Lying on the messy

Motel 6 bed 

The last inhabitant's trash 

Still in the wastebasket.

There is a fever in me

Hot and cold

As though the Big Bang 

Is happening within me.

A universe of experience expanding:

This kind of growth fucking hurts 

It pushes through scars,

Turning them red and blue

Tiny capillaries,

Making new bloody maps
Under my skin.

My body still holds 

The sliver of moonlight

That smiled lopsided at me
All night on the trail
Its light bringing energy into my heart

My feet dancing and stumbling to its gravity

Like the tide drawing into shore.