Waiting for Rain

Waiting For Rain

I hear the silence of the desert,

dry winds blow me to dust

time and silence,

I strain to hear my own voice

I am desert landscape

seeking refuge 

from an unforgiving sun.

Anonymity among the cactus,

mirage of heat rising

at the edge of my vision.

Sweat, dried like salt crust,

hard cracked skin,

Still as stone.

I wait for rain

quench my eternal thirst.

I wrap myself 

in silence.

My whole life,

a whispered voice,

a message

grows so faint.

I wait for rain,

for life giving moisture,

fill my soul.