desert echoes

            Echoes

hark! hear the rumble

across the desert;

my soul remembers

the great movement of stones

and great boulders

and simmering sand

mighty Saguaros loom

above tiny desert creatures,

gifting water and sun shade

a death rattle threatens

beware!  … fangs at the ready

— find another way

my soul remembers

from layers deep within

the baking sun at mid-day.

foot-prints soon cover

with impressionable sand…

but the desert remembers me

©Sometimes, 2017