december's desert

stop by the side of the road
and sitting scarecrow's style cross-legged
waiting for the sunrise
waiting for the swift silent desert world to unfold
come sit here a silent sentinel with me
wait for the swift sun to beat its hard feet upon the ground
wait for harsh winter's hand to be rescinded
for the cold night to recede
here in the desert stillness
come sit here cross legged in the dry sand
feel
the air itself holds its breath in anticipation
you can feel the heavy hard excitement moving
in the clouds overhead
burnt dry by the anvil of the sun
love the sand on your tongue
wait here with me
scarecrow's cross-legged style
on the sands without a sea