Among the desert’s
Many victims:
My haughty ego
And petty worries
Matters unworthy
Of a life
Worth living
Because somewhere
Is always a state of mind
And my mind is always somewhere
Reminded of the virtues:
Steadfast focus
Attention to detail
And a good tripod
Rain quells nature’s sounds
No songbirds sing
No children shout
Ours are the only ears
To hear
The gentle white-noise patter
Of rainfall
Coming back to Earth
A small man
Of no small mass
A big heart
A wise soul
Both worn
Close to the surface
Until
Somehow
We learn to forget
We’re children
A car parks beside mine
Released from its confines
A small boy, about five
Runs over to stand beside me
For a moment surveying our domain
I remind myself
The chaos of such moments
Brings change
The necessity of it
The inevitability of it
Bringing light
To darkness
Bringing purpose
To doubt
Bringing meaning
To listlessness
Pix to Words 