I sit quietly, dangling on the edge of a slick rock cliff
Listening only to the sounds of stillness and infrequent calls of birds
A collard lizard watches me holding himself stiff
As curious as I am but without a choice of words
The harshness of the desert is healing to my soul
Strength so present and beauty so powerful and strong
I consider the struggles and memories the desert holds
Searching in this world for the place that I to belong
The time passes quickly and the sun is going down
I feel the coolness of the night breeze caress my skin
Reflections and shadows appears on the ground
An awakening of new desert creatures can now begin
With a deep breath I walk back to my tent
Above the stars invoke my imagination and wonder
The fires crackles as the wood becomes spent
I drift off to sleep with many deep questions to ponder
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