Desert Life

I.

Stopped for a moment

on the edge

of a dry lake bed.

II.

The hustle and bustle

of Vegas is ahead,

and L.A is in the

Rear-view mirror.

III.

Here,

not a soul dwells.

IV.

The animals

take shelter

in their holes

as the sun

bakes the hardened

ground.

IV.

Only a breeze

(that becomes a

torrent)

invades this place.

V.

Cars can't talk

from Interstate 15.

VI.

The train's too far

to hear it beat the

tracks.

VII.

It's quiet here

to a point in which

it hurts your ears.

VIII.

Yet you can think

and you can hear

your mind speak.

IX.

As quiet as it is,

so full of life it is.

X.

The dust devil rides

the thermals

twisting, turning,

churning up brown dust

and sending them

to heaven.

XI.

The chaparrals and sage

sway lightly to

the wind's desert song.

XII.

Here, nature keeps going,

paying no heed to

humankind.

XIII.

It has the space,

vastness,

majesty,

and quiet strength

to proclaim itself

untouched and off-limits.

XIV.

Little changes here,

and that's fine,

for it helps one forget

how complicated

human life

really is.