The Water Wheel in the Desert

like an inexhaustible well
in a dessicated desert,
the wheel of desire
now turns endlessly
unto itself,
refreshing
a parched heart
rooted, and
devoted,
to the shifting sands
and the fickle wind,
with dreams
in every dried up vein,
who knows
that a time will come
when the wheels
will turn again,
and she will
receive and give
without holding back,
the water
from the heavens
that flow down,
to create an oasis
of love and forgiveness,
even in the silence
of a Sahara sensibility.

The Mirage

the raging sun
burns on
inside,
outside,
taut skin,
singed,
curls up
like parchment;
something's got to give.
blurry eyes
dance
on the horizon
that never arrives,
the eternal mirage
of a seeker
in desert sands;
the sun rages on
to keep him alive
inside.

Spring in the Desert

The desert tree
soaks its roots
in the parched earth,
looking to the vast sky
that holds all,
watching birds
traverse thousands of miles
to rest on its branches,
trembling as the wind
ruffles its brittle leaves,
stirring it from the stillness,
born from being alone.

Seeing the world
with new eyes -
a desert transformed
into an oasis,
standing tall
with a deep knowing
that spring is
just around the corner,
it soaks its roots
deeper into the earth,
that's cracking open
to hold the rain.