Wait With Me
find me at the foot of the dune
wind swirling around me
call to me in the deep gully
where the saguaro rises to the sun
all day the shadows shift sideways
playing tag with the heat
the ground beneath heaves and subsides
in synch with the wind’s gasps
sand dunes always in motion
stability is not an option
my book rests open against a lone stone
pages flutter like moth wings around a flame
the words will rise from the page
into the blowing wind
carried on particles of sand and grit
woven into the desert herself
I am chimera
half light, half darkness
filled with words that do not rest
wait here with me
Pamela Olson, 5/9/08
This poem was written in response to the prompt
“desert” at One Single Impression
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