Lion Head Mesa suviŋñiq

he had chased the sun and become like the transient men of his mothers stories.

chased it so far, and for so long, the dark was gone! it was only sunlight now; even when the moon was full the earth was warm.

there was no ice. there were no trees, either.

sometimes he thought he saw a bird soaring overhead and would stare, but the shape of it would shimmer and vanish.

the boy found solace in the shadows cast by stones. he panted openly, distressed by the needs of his body and his inability to satisfy himself.

and yet, he persisted.