Contrary to time-honored religious
practice, he looks west in the morning

to catch the early light on the east
side of mountains and hills west of

him in the Phoenix Mountain Preserve.
By mid-day, the rocks will look gray,

but in the morning light, they shine
silvery bright. In the evening before

sunset he looks east to see the golden
tones and glassy flashes on the west

side of the mountains. It is his own
religious practice, but his personal

rebellion isn’t very costly. He turns a
little, this way and that, mostly.