How much I love the desert
And the mountains
On which I bike and ski
But… Oh! If I could choose
Choose anywhere in the world
It would be here, I’d live
In that dark house by the sea
But… Oh! If I could choose
Choose anywhere in the world
It would be here, I’d live
In that dark house by the sea
Honour them
When the sun rises
And their guidance
Is no longer required
Clings to my flesh
Beads on my clothing
Thick with moisture
I rise
Before the sun
Rise to greet a new day
And the most potent
He loves us
And we love him
But looking deeply into the past
Offers no more clarity
Than looking forward
I hold the camera
Steady as I can, buffeted
Enjoying the sound of rushing air
The very brush of existence
Like beginnings, the endings
Do not come at home
The journey is finished
When we no longer roam
There’s a point when we look back
To recall what was seen
And a little remorse
For what might have been
Or is it just a sprig
An ephemeral growth
A life spanning a single desert rain
Beside a rock worn smooth
By the long dead river
Which cut a chasm wall
Aeons ago