" The Circus in the Desert

In the great Sonoran desert of the Southwest,
He found room enough for time itself...
In this vastness he found the world of the living
Waiting their turn to move on
Standing next to the generations that had already passed
But had not yet left this world,
Not yet finished with their grand and stark moment,
Not yet done with their tea and amusements.
In the emptiness of the desert, he saw the crowd.
He did not invent—he saw what faced him
And spoke back to it in its language.
Hello to the band, he said, hello and farewell.
In this darkness, in this desert,
With a wave good-bye of his own hand,
He bid his monsters and men
March in parade against the coming of the quiet. "

― Alberto Alvaro Ríos , A Small Story about the Sky