September 4, 2015

Salton Sea

Underfoot, bones
turn into sand,
from fish washed up
by the thousands.
Like us, deprived of oxygen,
when we need it most,
their puckered mouths
open and close quickly,
trying to speak the truth,
before it's too late.
We've ended up here,
slowly covered
with a fine gray powder,
eventually succumbing
to salt and wind
as we stare out
toward the horizon,
shorebirds circling
overhead, forever.