Desert Dweller

Despite their poetic nature,
poets are unpoetic beings
living far from poetic lives,
filled with dirty dishes
and awkward conversations.

They experience anxiety and insomnia,
highs and lows of love, rage,
wind that keeps them awake.

Reaching their limit,
they retreat and, like turtles,
they pull into the quiet safety
of their inner landscape.

To process.
To analyze.
To prioritize. 
To prune.

Emerging with nothing more
than clipped lines
on worn pages.
Proof that they exist.
13/365.