By: Raymond Greiner
The desert appears lifeless, void of color. No cathedrals, only isolation, heat and blinding sun. One must hike the desert’s long trail to understand it. Hunker down on a cold desert night as scorpions may sleep in your boots.
The bright, warm sunrise is welcome. Less so at zenith as streaming heat and harshness renew. As I gaze the desert’s floor questions appear. Is there life here I do not see?
Intensity eludes description as the burdens of time flash images biting back
at loneliness in a medley of memories reminiscing joyful times, with laughter and the agile gestures of youth. Years pass swiftly, legacy lingers. Late life trails
with lower hills and vistas of new designs, a less cluttered spectrum.
Despair lurks to be fought with vigor, with new life at each rising sun.
Life’s abundance thrives in this desolate place, beyond reason and logic. Horned toads, Jackrabbits, Gila monsters, Tarantulas and snakes. Plants appearing dead with roots running deep, bringing blossoms when rare rainfall comes. One wonders how such life can endure. Where is water? Look closely, cactus is prickly outside, inside is succulence, offering flowers of unimaginable beauty.