Desert Tears Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms of the desert swaying through
me as I become one with it's purpose.

Allowing loneliness of the cacti to
penetrate my mind as it tears and
rends my soul.

Tears of sorrow gather into an oasis,
creating a beautiful place to find
peace within it's tight grasp.

Ocotillo's arms, full of orange
flowers, reach out, pricking my mind
with sensitive thoughts and artistic
desires of description.