Then yesterday April told me of an experience she had while visiting the Tucson area last week. It brought me back to that long-ago journey of mine. I had to write. In verse...
April Desert in March
Desert precipice with vista
Facing wind and the universe within
See the sand dance and crackle
The dryness without you
If I could cry a thousand tears
would rain replenish this River
and quench my one thirst?
So many other Souls
may never know
the first call
Thanks, April, for the memories. :)