Honoring Orient Land Trust Earth's crust waxes thin in our desert,a skin of hot waters rising, sparse rainscooling this patchwork of pinon and sage,pounding forces too star-staged to fight.And so we roll like morning light,like dunes, like ant hills, like the wavesof the one-time sea nowdisappeared into our aquifer, crystal-centered. In the silence descending from the Sangresthe rhythms grow obviousas the petite sunflowers lining our dirt roads.Anything but blank, our…