Passing Through

New life
Sought like water
here in the desert
where we feel we are drowning
and choking on sand
New life
like a light
shining in darkness
sometimes seems so far away.

in the early morning light
the sun is rising in the east
the horse’s carcass rots away
skin flapping in the heated wind.

The desert is a harsh place,
a cruel place, a place for stone and sand
To be soft, alive, and wet
is to be a stranger,
and we only journey through here.

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