Deep in the desert
she sat on the honey colored sand
and watched an eagle fade in the far.
Her tired hands dug uncertain shapes
in the sand that was warm
like life.
Look how it slips away
from my tight fists.
Several steps away
there is a lone flower.
I don’t know,cannot know
and shouldn’t know
of how it is that
a lone flower stands in the
midst of this vast desert,
so proud, so beautiful,
so certain, brave, strong
and fragile.
This silence is holy.
Having no answers is holy.
I am not looking for enlightenment,
awaiting an epiphany or a miracle.
Why should I complain?
If my journey
has been crooked, twisted and
thorny with endless labyrinths,
I also have known beauty,
and I have known and always
will know of longing
in the midst of this
endless desert.
To long is passion
passion like poetry
running in the veins of life.
I’ve seen a lone beautiful flower
my heart aches from
the thought of what has been, is, and will be.
I stand before the unknown.
The unknown that
has always been there and
with all my being, I know it.
The unknown that is so certain
of leaving me in pain, darkness
and confusion;
The unknown that reassures
me of the vastness of love, growth
and beauty.
The unknown that is my shield
against everything and anything I encounter.
You slip away from my grasp
and yet,
you are always here
and no,
I do not have any questions.