Desert Dream

“Desert Dream,” New Era, Aug. 1990, 28

Desert Dream

The cool red sand beckons my feet

To shed stiff shoes and burrow

Into its secret coolness.

The sun shines from a photograph,

Where its rays on the steep stone

Warm my back.

I long for the flight of the raven.

Gliding and crying above the juniper.

Fanning desert heat.

But I live like the lizard in winter.

Buried asleep under rocks and snow,

Waiting for a change.