Karl Rosenquist

Awake Unto Me: Selected Poems Karl Rosenquist

Running In the EveningI've run until my breath has gone away;the rising winds disturb the forbidding sands;the cacti rustle with the close of day,their blackened forms in all directions stand. My eyes are dazed from the shimmering heat,the lemon-gusts of sage dry out my nose; I look around as evening, like a sheetof darkened blue, to moonless blackness grows. A windless rustle eerily crawls awayagainst horizons always past my sight I can't be sure now-what has come my waycould be the wind-or something from the night-And as the darkness chills my sun-burned skin, I sense the desert slowly closing in.