A coyote trots along the arroyo rim
Just before sunset
When the moon comes up he’ll sing his song
He’s not ready yet
He will be soon
Looking out at the desert stretched before me
I feel excited and alive
Sometimes you search your entire life
And never quite arrive
At the place you were meant to be
Maybe just for a moment
Your soul can finally feel
A truth, or just a glimpse
Of what is truly real
And your life might change
Heat waves in the distance shimmer
And magically blur the land
A cactus provides scarce shade
Upon a tiny spot of sand
The shade seems welcome, but out of place
Faint wagon tracks stretch away
Laid down by pioneers.
The landscape looked the same to them
as they tried to suppress their fears
Through this place of discovery and revelation
The desert freezes at night
No loving trees to contain the heat
The day’s fire rises to the stars
An amazing, impossible feat
The cycle repeats itself for eons
A coyote trots along the arroyo rim
Just before the sun rises
When the moon come up he’ll sing again
The desert holds no surprises
If it’s in your soul
The Desert
Photo by Lead Dispencer aka Spencer Hoglund ©2011,
Submitted by Big Jake
