I live in the desert.
What imagery does that bring to your mind?
Brown. Mono. Wasteland. Barren. Cactus. Sand?
Wind-tossed tumbleweeds hurled across a bland
Dry monochrome expanse of untamed land?
Chastised Hebrews wandering forty years?
A soul’s deep cry for its vision to clear
An unquenched thirst of vision? Spirit? Soul?
A solitary place where dreams unfold?
The Mojave desert is where I dwell
The driest desert in North America
It stretches across four states, with extremes
Of arid cold and arid heat, being
The only place the Joshua tree grows.
There’s beauty and wonder in dry places
We seek, to find, to highlight to share that
The desert indeed blossoms as a rose
With tales from conquerors of dry places
Who squarely faced the challenge of the bland
Prevailing to bring untapped fresh waters
To satisfy the dry and thirsty soul
“What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well…”
The Little Prince – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry