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