I miss the desert

I miss the desert.

I miss the desert

where it didn't matter when you forgot the millennium

because the desert didn't remember 

either

And your footprints lost themselves

in the sibilant utterances of the wind

and I lost myself too

When red rock turned yellow in the starlight

When the cliffs turned blacker than the sky

and I stopped looking for you

and it was ok

And I built my house at the lip of some canyon

whose name I no longer remember

I don't remember why I left

But I gave my footprints to the hissing sand

and then I lost the sand

I miss the desert.