It’s not just the sun that’s burning my skin
The solar flares blind my eyes causing tears to stream,
It’s not just the undulating dunes of sand
Waves of dust blow at my face making me choke,
At times it’s not even the cloudless sky
It’s all the hopelessness that’s parched my soul.
In my aimless wander , the eyes search
For a fellow traveler to curse the heat with,
As an egotist of a mind looks on
Feigning nonchalance all the same,
And finding not even a shadow of a soul
Says my mind, “You’re better off alone!”
And then the night falls and cold embraces
The solitary traveler, beneath the palm,
Sits down and waits for daybreak
With watchful eyes and wistful dreams,
Listening to the rising howls of the coyotes
Under the night sky, to the pack or a mate.
Another day, a new dawn of the desert
May bring cooler breeze and gentler sun
The unknown path may even lead to an oasis
Where pebbles adorn crystal blue waters
The mind nudges me in its reverie
And says,” The journey may be well worth it! ”
The mind shows the direction and I set off
Following the song of the wind and the flight of the eagle
Over treacherous knolls and past the cacti
To escape where the doomsayers cannot reach
And let the wounded soul heave in peace
Across the desert, I flee to my freedom.
PS: I crossed 50 with my last post.A miracle given my inconsistency!