We always begin in such places
as this, with all the possibilities
of the day heaped up before us.
There is little here that can be turned
into precious stones that sparkle and glow.
We live amongst dull sands in heaping dunes
in the empty heart of this desert.
We wait for some glimpse of the wonders
we were promised, but nothing grows
from these mirages except disappointment.
You take my hand and hold it,
hoping for some strength to journey on
until we find those promises waiting
lying in green at the end of this barren land
where trees shade us from this shadowless place
and let us start living once again.