To have no Response,

Abilities may seem in control,

This leads to disaster,

Or not,

 

Truth be told, most are liars,

Caged in disillusion,

And trapped in personal deceit,

 

An afterthought,

Of a life well lived,

To carry on memories,

 

It’s frightening when the sun goes down,

And all sight is dim,

Lights on,

 

I met a friendly roadrunner,

Who made me laugh,

Such is the desert,

 

The void and gleam of sunshine,

And endless sky,

Becomes illusion,

 

Yet we carry on counting,

As we should have done before,

Yet the troubles impede,

 

Darkness won’t heal the Wind,

That blows hot,

From Cali,

 

I can live in the Desert,

To a great extent,

Until it kills me,

 

A caution to you,

Who wish to enjoy the desert,

And many do,

 

Snowbirds come in winter,

And River Rats in summer,

And no one knows this place,

 

And after Labor Day,

It all goes away,

6 months of peace,

 

It gets cold and windy,

But perfectly clear,

And Silent,

 

A pin drop, a dog walk,

Peace abounds here,

Calm, finally,