Friday, January 14, 2011

High desert

High desert
snowcapped arrows
break the surface
of the cold crisp
blue blanket
suffocating me

Chapped skin
dry tongue
quenched only
by memory
of dew drops
discovered anew
each morning
near the sea

Must acclimate
for survival
slowly i am
learning to live
with less

High desert
challenge me
I will survive
hope will sustain
enduring hope
from the taste
of life known
near the sea


laurie said...

The sea misses you too. :)

Anonymous said...

may images of the sea hunt you down and dance with joy around you because you are a beautiful, beautiful woman. thank you for contemplating these things and sharing them...