Enjoying a day in the desert. It is 104 degrees. Headline-worthy as far as I'm concerned, but normal for late June.
A warmth like no other
Unintentionally, I craved water when I was handed dry soil.
I hated
the miserable heat and dead
trees
of the desert.
I detested their strength. The roots
and stems mocked me.
You are ugly, I'd scream.
But
I've learned that the stumps and faces
Unique, sun kissed, groomed by
Her, our Mother Earth,
are beautiful.
Like me. I seek.
Solace in her sleeves.
I look at them
through eyes of light.
Now. Gosh why did it take so long?!
It's me that didn't know how to see
what the desert sun
and stillness had to offer.
Melodies of cactus fruit, sweet, and sticky. She teaches us.
You can swim in and smile through,
and let them stew like strands of silk.
In tune with a different, magical view.
It is inescapable, but I like it.
Piercing, but I crave it.
Mountains touch the night sky like sturdy pillars --
They'll bend if you need them to.
They'll crumble when they're ready to.
but
they prefer to protrude north, reaching upward,
brown stalks of serenity,
exuding a silent sky.
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