I, Desert

The desert, at first glance or tenth,it appears arid, desolate, cruel, unchanging.

so to am I

but to the patient observer, there is much change.

Like the dancing of sand, each ripple taking a chance to lead

or the blooming of the cactus flower,

only time and keen eyes will allow the glimpse of its true colors.

the flower, the sand, so am I.

though like all things in Nature, there is explosiveness.

a time of violent bursts of energy.

like the flash floods that rage in their joy of being so much, they forget their boundaries,

break their banks and swallow all that surrounds them.

the floods, so am I.

And what of the desert that finally swallows the rain?

the ground dries, cracks and hardens.

the desert, so am I.

Look close! the cactus may be blooming.