I dance to thread the needle through these holes in my awareness

Weaving a tapestry of the subconscious

A prominent feature of my walk in the Phoenix mountain preserve

These creatures caught my eye a few years back,

I snapped a photo and forgot

So this year when I walked passed them again

I was struck even deeper by this odd assortment of characters

Lined up perfectly

Assembled as if to set the stage

to transmit messages

from the sky to the earth

I was moved to paint this scene

And then I remembered

I had been there before

Glitches in the matrix

Those moments that expose

The vast network underpinning our existence