Walking in the desert of night

For once in this hell of a lifetime

I’m not calling anyone out—

Walking in the desert of night stars

With my own well being

I no longer glance behind—

Finally I realize there is nothing left behind

Nothing that isn’t worth looking forward to—

My soul is clean, my eyes are clear

I no longer cry for those I cannot save—

Saving myself, one step at a time.

December Evening, 2020

Golden

Tree lined
suburban, shadowed
street signs
stand aloof
in the quiet morning
daylight gloom
of happy homes
opened doors
and kisses. Questions
fall like flower petals
on sidewalks, cracked
by ancient roots
whose planted hands
can only tell
the difference between
early mornings
and daylights answers.
But the sky is new,
and the desert
Golden, only as old
as the moon which hangs
still as the sun
does rise over broken
glass bottles, which dress
Winnetka, asphalt
like a torn evening gown
come morning.

Reason #7 for Hiking the Pacific Crest Trail

I’ve never seen a waterfall.

Well, I have, just nothing memorable.

I’ve never walked through desert.

Well, I have, but that was a Vegas vacation.

I’ve never seen a bear.

Well, I have, but that was on Nat-Geo.

I’ve never seen you smile,
like when you’re in the wild.

And that is reason enough.