Desert Dwellers
Desert dwellers learn to cope
Or they will all just die
While windy vistas grant them hope
From the searing dry
But then, they can’t afford to let
Clouds become obsession
Or they would never ever get
Things done till rain’s next session.
How many times horizon’s glance
Seems to offer structured hope
For with the cloud there comes the chance
To walk some greening slope
And yet, gray day or purple eve
Withholds the answered prayer
I’ve asked myself, ”Why don’t they leave?”
But they’re accustomed to live there.
Accustomed to their chronic need
The dry mouth parched sensation
Accustomed to habitual plead
Without any answering hydration
I moved into my desert home
On wings of desperation
Forgive my urge to sudden roam
Without a destination
I’m one of those grown tired of thirst
Of some saving watering draft
I prayed you please to love me first
But in answer, you just laughed.
Sardonic that such clear request
Met no answering explaination;
It’s not you didn’t love me best
But, a damned fool’s expectation.
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