I didn’t always hate deserts
The outrage came to me over time
Getting stuck in Death Valley
On my way to Phoenix
At a corner where the light blinked
On and off for a highway
So empty I saw nothing for miles
Except that fenced in warehouse
That felt like a graveyard to me
Or the time between Phoenix
And Las Vega when
I learned deserts could be as cold
As they were hot
Blistering stare shine offering nothing
To keep out the chill
Then, I got this photo in an email
A face, a woman in a gown,
Looking as stark as desert polished steer bones
Her stare looking through me
Over the long years,
Making me ache to have been there then
Making me learn to love deserts again.
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