As the sun settles behind the mountain
I know this is the last time I will ever sit at this table
overlooking desert grasslands.
Habits are lies that lull us into feeling
there is something lasting.
Nothing really lasts.
If I come to this place tomorrow
overlooking desert grasslands,
it will again be the last time.
There will be nothing lasting about it.
Last time after last time, on and on—
one final moment after the next
in seamless progression.
My unconscious mind is filled
not with dead pasts,
but living breathing futures.
As I settle into this cozy chair,
desert shadows lengthen and
grasses flutter in the twilight breeze.
Here I am,
glowing in the knowledge
that happiness comes from within.
©2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 302/365.
Desert Dweller 