End of December –the year is almost through.
It’s subtle, but something is shifting, and when I fall
to reminiscing I realize
what a brilliant lie is time.
A year ago at this time –was it a year ago?
A lifetime ago.
I was halfway across the world
in the desert, dreaming of you.
Where did I find you?
In the desert sound falls strangely
On endless rock and dunes;
At night and in the hush of day
Life is so fragile.
They say there is no water in the desert, but it isn’t true.
If you travel down far enough
The water is there under the surface.
Still pools; deep, calm, waiting, deep.
Here, at the other end of the world
(a year later)
time passes strangely through days and the hush of night,
and I fall to reminiscing
(sorting through lies).
I know now that I have carried the desert home;
there is sorrow inside me,
deep, calm, waiting. Deep.