The Other Way

Done --

she shook the sand

from dusty feet,

for the dunes had

scorched

and wearied

traveler's heart,

eyes stung

by tears and sand,

view obscured

at every peak,

and not for lack

of height.

Once the sport of

romping, ripping winds,

she calmly walked

the other way.

Noon Sun

Friend arrived with noon --

spritz of light from the East.

We strolled down the road and had us a feast

of words and laughter and common ground,

roots of likeness struck deeply, still new ones found.

Friend left again but the glow remains

to rekindle life's fire when spirit wanes.