Gray Area

For so long the bones
washed and brittle
haunted the desert
raking sand as if 
to find peace in a row
of parallel rib-lines
cresting the silicate
ocean. Nothing here
has ever twitched
in throes of life
or death and now
it’s difficult to think
clearly as any color
seems distant and all
the space before you
is white hot fading
to a cold dim silence
and what infinite
space seems to mean 
shrinks with each glance
of glassy sun to witness.