Out here
this desert
dry and rolling
cacti point
alarmed fingers
that cold
dark
star-strewn sky
dust drifts
puffing
across asphalt
tiny dunes
rivulets
shifting ever
bigger cousins
slashed to
horizon
single track
roadway
scalpel blade
fade to black
swallowed
by night
yet here
a pool
illuminated
for sake of…
of what?
dormant snakes
rattles still
tumbleweed
echos
enormity
of desert night
my boot-heels
long for the
road
to click endless
miles
yet I am moth
drawn here
unable
to leave
the question
behind
why is it here?
why are you here?
why am I here?
From the prompt: “A single streetlight buzzed in the midnight quiet.”
Leave me a prompt and I’ll write you a little something 🙂
