In The Desert You Can Remember Your Name

on the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life.
there were plants and birds and rocks and things.
there was sand and hills and rings.
the first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
and a sky with no clouds.
the heat was hot and the ground was dry
but the air was full of sound.
--Dewey Bunnell
(from "Horse With No Name")