i needed
to make my way
to the desert, to find
a quiet place beneath the stars,
to sit,
to breathe in
the stillness of the night
to unravel
the fabric of time
to let the sun rise slowly,
to linger
in the quiet,
to witness landscape unfurling,
not barren,
but alive, bursting
with quiet pulsations of life.
don’t we all crave this?
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge day 43/365.
Desert Dweller 