Desert Pilgrimage
The serenity and majesty of my temple, the Desert, is calling.
I have missed the morning smell of creosote, as the sun begins to awaken
The colors of the earth, and silence is the hymn I hear.
As my pilgrimage continues, the only sounds are the crunch of the ground
And a far away plane leaving a trail to mix with a wisp of cloud.
I worship the colors of the earth as they contrast with the sky.
My longing is to be a part of the rocky peaks rising from the desert floor.
As I approach with reverence, I shed my clothes
And I lean back against the heat of the rocks, feeling the wind caress my body.
This is where my spirit; my flesh were born, and this is where I will return.
SMW
3/21/13
(2013)
