deserts

a man woke in the desert
to the sounds of debris
rattling against rocks

this is home
desert is always home to man

he carried his water
in a weathered skin
savoring each drop
as the day unfolds

he imagined everything
so vividly he was there

and the moment someone
met him in the desolation
his imagination failed
and the desert swallowed him

the desert belongs
to man

just try -
make him feel at home