exquisite erosion

in the exquisite erosion
of my own painted desert
the tattered edges fray
leaving me to wholly face
the grit that has decorated my own remnant
with grains carried along by an abiding wind
given to such coarse chastisement
that extravagantly veils the sacred
just below this surface

depths seldom envisioned
nor cresting zenith imagined
in the devotion of convoluted conduct
the acuity of which strikes suddenly
within the wandering hush of wilderness awe
so as to breed multi-hued insight
threaded into the tapestry of a life
that cloaks the appearance of such luminosity
shimmering underneath