39. Red Sand (Myshkin, 2020) · free verse

Words betray me. Would that I could describe What this red sand has just done to me! Softer than silk, sure… Cliches will cliche. My sole will never love like this again. I am made of this red silky sand I know it. I love it with desperation Not wanting to leave To separate again. This canyon is my church The Earth opens herself up: Welcome! I know your pain. I feel your pangs of fear and isolation No need to confess. Savor all the seconds I have left here And come back Yes, come back soon.