Alone in the desert,
there’s no one here to punish you,
no authority to govern your performance.

Who governs the wild?

You took off that cloak of judgment,
laid it upon the fire and watched it burn.
Saw flames dance in the joy of engulfing
that which never belonged.

Don’t try to spin a new wardrobe.
Those garments won’t fit
on your happy naked body.

Free as a desert plant
that never knew
it could do any wrong.