Charmed Chaos

I often get odd questions by others who don’t understand,
how can you live in the desert where the temperatures climb
Isn’t it only rattlesnakes and cactus, a dry barren wasteland?
but for me the arid heat stirs my blood, is incredibly sublime


The vast cerulean skies are the bluest of blues
and the hues of the landscape are in my tanning skin
this sprawling terrain on my soul is forever tattooed
to leave it now and go would be a mortal sin


I breathe in the monsoons racing across the land
I hear the boom of storm crackling thunder
I see the fingers of lightning like God’s hand
tearing the turbulent dusty skies asunder


I drink the cool water to ease my soul’s thirst
but no sooner have I swallowed, I long for more
Loving a land so much my heart could burst
my life is now here in this place I adore


I plant the seeds of herbs and wildflowers waiting to see
the cracking of husk the breaking open of hard shell
sending brilliant green sprouts at last breaking free
I am the seeds and the seeds are me, for we both dwell
In this magnificent desert, where our hearts will forever be

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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