covered up in purple

His gaze straight ahead.

Batholith tattoos.

Triceps.

The green speculum showing.

A small crevice.

Suddenly the front wheels of the jeep sink in.

Descending.

 After bouncing through the desert,

 the ground littered with dense tufts of grass,

first looking out over the land from a high ridge. 

Now

up to the axles in mud.

In that instant he remembered;

the slivers being pulled out of festering skin.

A baby? 

A baby? they ask

in surprise.

 Relief

The pendulum slowly swinging.

A real life, soft, pink, gurgling, baby in a cradle!?

The laughter, the pure joy.

Everything coming together.

 An abbreviation of events.

 Infinite softness experienced.