Progressions

Air giving way to water

Arid emptiness to be filled with

joyful abundance

emotional sailing on vast

and turbulent (and/or) calming seas.

The desert is so fragrant

so exotic, mystically inviting.

Arid lands of wilding sands

stoic creatures

surprising brilliant life

The desert in forms me,

creates crannies of secret

delight throughout my soul.

A no-man's land where I

can hear inspiration

blowing through and encompassing

my mind.

I will not leave the desert.

I will merge with its becoming,

allowing imminent floods

soaking through my pores

turning sand squishy, unsettling

into ocean floor.

 

Ride with me.

Open raft beneath the stars

Unguided, unplanned, unafraid

Changing winds have always been my home.