New Days

Most days in the desert
it's sunshine and heat and toasted winds
bathing us
and same same sameness drenching,
even the breeze ablaze. 
Most days in the desert
it's faded denim skies stretched
broad and even and unobstructed,
cloudless canopy
of same same sameness spreading,
horizon hung with wrung out wash. 
Most days in the desert
it's unquenchable thirst, ancient bones,
baked parched and crackling
and same same sameness desperate
for just a touch of dew. 
o but...
Some days in the desert
it gathers and rolls, rumbles and grows heavy
pregnant clouds unfurl
and new new newness bursts
shadow and expectation burlap the heavens.
Some days in the desert
a rent slices the denim in frantic ascent
exposing turmoil
and new new newness descends
tapestries of rain grace a startled sky.

Some days in the desert
we line our cars up on the shoulder
gaping out waterfalled windows
at new new newness altering
our courses with rising tides.
Some days in the desert
the earth is so saturated, she concedes
silent bearing up under
as new new newness floods
renovating solid stonescapes by stream. 
Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com

One comment

  1. Not absolutely sure about same sameness and new newness, but denim and faded and dry and maybe frayed? works really well. Thanks.

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