Winds burn past dry skin
blistering by barren sands.
Whirl in motions from movement
crusted by heat.
Cactus offers moist reprieve
if dare you pass the thorny skin.
Opened into wet relieve
from the hot and desert wind.
Echoes sound of failed attempt ,
haunt the nights when all is quiet.
From the pilgrimage of the others,
fleeing in the darkest night
What will, what force, was set in place
among the ash and brown terrain.
The rivers names speak of a time
that now has little semblance remain
© CMM 2012