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.

Wheel

there is a place
in every wheel
that does not move,
that does not turn,
or get caught
in the web
of space and time;
there is a place
which is the source,
which is the end,
of everything
that rises, and
falls back to,
in the journey
of this mind.