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THE DESERT HAS A VOICE (JAMES WATKINS)

 

THE DESERT HAS A VOICE THAT CALLS

IN DRY, DIRT DREAMS-

WARM, WIND-WASHED WONDERS

IN WINGLESS, SOULLESS FLIGHT.

 

COLD, MOONLIT MASQUERADES

THROUGH LONG LEVEL YEARS.

CRYING OUT WITH

COUNTLESS CARES ON DEAFENED EARS-

DROWNED IN MEASURED, MOTOR-MUFFLED MADNESS,

AND CHILD-CHATTERED, PURPOSELESS FLIGHT.

 

QUIETLY, CALMLY CALLING-

DARKENED, DEEPENING DESERT-

STAR-FILLED WITH STUMBLING STALKERS

AND WOUNDED WARRIORS IN FEVERED NIGHTS.

 

DREAMS-PEACEFUL-PERSISTENT, DREAMS.

AS WHEELED SKY TURNS,

ETERNAL, TURNING, EVENING EYES-

AND THOUGHTS OF MORNING COLORED LIGHT.

 

MILLENNIAL SEAS-DOOMED AND DUSTY YEARS.

ROW UPON HEAPING ROW OF YEARS-

TEARS-CAKED, COVERED

AND DESOLATE.

 

THE DESERT HAS A VOICE-

THAT CALLS AND HALTS

AND PEERS WITH PERFECT PERSPECTIVE-

STOPPING US IN OUR WAY.

 

"I HAVE SEEN BLOOD-STAINED BATTLES!

I HAVE SEEN DESPOT DESIRES!

I HAVE SEEN PROPHETS COME AND GO,

AND AGES PASS WITH SHALLOW...GLANCING BLOWS!

I HAVE SEEN CIVILIZATIONS CRUMBLE...

TUMBLING, HEAVY-HANDED

INTO PAGAN PASTS!"

 

THE DESERT HAS A VOICE-

AND EVERY GRAIN OF SAND HAS A NAME-

EVERY WIND-BLOWN GRAIN OF SAND.

AND SOMEONE-SOMEWHERE-KNOWS THE NAMES.

 

THEY HAVE PERFECT PLACE AND PURPOSE-

ROCKS CRY OUT! ROCKS.......SING!

SOME SOARING ANGELIC SCRIBE SOMEWHERE

RECORDS THE HISTORY OF ROCKS, AND SANDS, AND DESERTS.

 

DRAB, DULL, DRIFTING DESERT DISTANCES AND PLANS.

RAGGED, JAGGED, CRAGGY-EDGED

MOUNTAIN SPINE EXPLOSIONS AND

DRY, DESERT SAND.

 

THE DESERT HAS VOICE AND FUTURE-

WITH LIFTED HILL-HIGH GREEN VALLEY-

AND CLEAR BRIGHT STREAM WINDING

TO COOL, CRYSTALLINE SEA.

 

THEY WAIT......SILENTLY.....

ALMOST..FOREVER WAITING-

BUT I KNOW THE SECRET OF DESERTS-

AND-

DREAMS.

 

JAMES WATKINS-APRIL 2006

             

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Taken on December 2, 2007