Devil's Garden, Utah

we climbed on rocks
before stopping to watch them

and wandered into an empty space's
picture of a hole, forever skipped
as places to sit that are taken

until the night, when we got lost
we barely made it back
by following the hardness
of where other people had stepped

you stood in the center
of a frozen pond, a swirl in a dress of ice
frilled with directionless fish

that saw me grow calm,
fluid in the face of your danger