The river flows slowly
through the desert
past the leaning sycamore.
Is what I have done my life?
Is it
my mistakes
and small successes?
Is it what others say about me,
admirers and critics
old friends and strangers?
Is it the spark that ignites,
the flame’s warmth,
or the candle’s reassurance?
Is it ink on the paper,
scribbled journals,
or notes on napkins?
Or is my life
a drop
in the river?
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 330/365.
Desert Dweller 