Saguaro Sunrise

 In the desert
beyond the mountain
the Saguaro stand silently
Sentinels guarding
God’s beauty.
Guardians of the gates
from Arizona to the sea.
Arms extended to heaven
we pretend to know what it all means.

The thorns extending from their  trunks
threaten
predators
daring to approach.

The scorpions scurry about
dwarfed by the green giants
worshipping them
while they worship the cactus gods
they are reaching towards
in whatever space
they seem to be.

Is the sunrise
the beginning 
or the end?