If I Make It To Sixty Two Poem by Juan Olivarez

If I make it to sixty two,
I know one thing that is true.
I am coming home, to the Joshua trees,
And when I get there, on my knees,
I will give thanks for my release.

Ten short months will swiftly run,
And I'll be back in the desert sun.
I'll walk the Mojave's burning sands,
I will return to the arid lands,
Walking stick firmly in hand.

And once I'm there, I will remain,
I'm really not that fond of rain.
And should I pass, I'll be at peace,
My soul will find glorious release,
As my ashes drift, on the desert breeze.

10/9/2014 ALTON TEXAS