Longing for Desert

Desert days are like any other

but for the call to leave the world

and walk deep sand

beneath a fierce sun

where the world shimmers near then far

like a heart tracking its own beat.

Here I too shimmer, near then far,

under a hotter, inner sun.

Seared within and without,

I roil and bubble, ever anew.

Having and losing

share the moment.

I am saner than ever I remember.

All that is not me falls away.

I am exposed and

take my name from harmony.

It has always been so, I see,

though I’ve spent myself on the known

and hid from the sun.

Striving slows and sharpens,

and I spin toward myself.

Only light matters.