Desert Rats
You Can Take The Rat Out Of The Desert, But You Can't Take The Desert Out Of The Rat.
Calloused vessels
from the lack of water
Seared from the heat
Polished from the sand
:
Empowered by the thunderstorms
Electrified by the lightning
Enthralled by the winter's snow
:
Desert people are forged from the extremes
Like the ancient Joshua Tree
we are unique survivors
A rare marvel
not found in any other place
:
Even when we wander far from our deserts
Rolling into a new town
like a lost tumbleweed
We find the other desert dwellers on our journeys
outside the walls of desert valleys
:
There’s something distinct
about the desert dweller
:
The savagery
The resilience
The oddity
The unconventionality
:
There’s something even more distinct
about the wandering desert dweller
:
A mixture of delicacy
and ferocity
that reflects our experiences
:
The softness of our hearts
beyond our spines
The water in our souls
beyond our scales
:
The flowers we've grown
upon our cactus faces
and the miles we've traveled
beyond our taproots
:
A wandering desert dweller
can instantly sense
who is from the desert
who left the desert
and who was birthed beyond the desert
:
It’s an extraperceptory sense
embedded in us
like the sand grains
that were imbedded in our skin
when the sand storms swirled around us
:
And just like the dust devils
lifted us off our feet away from where we stood
as desert wanderers
we lifted ourselves from where we stood
in the womb of the desert land
:
Changing winds carved our stone
into amphitheaters of arches
Where the air's symphony sings
songs of the wandering spirit
:
Rebirthed into fertile soils
our seeds expand
The desert rose blossoms
in the desert wanderer
Forever carved by the sands
About the Creator
Sarah Jane
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