Stark Canyon Echo Beauty

The sandworms are absent
I call for them
Trudge about
Oil a thumper, get it running
Watch for wormsign
Nothing.
That's how it goes these days
Accept it, I'm told
Take the desert for what it is
Soak up the stark canyon echo beauty
Feel the brown, orange, tan
Splashes of deep verdant green
Bring it into my bones like O'Keeffe's Abiquiu
A landscape with infinite inspiration
I suppose
But even she had a nervous breakdown.
A world without my friends is too barren
So I walk with heavy feet
Hoping for the roar of makers.

© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com 2012
Photo: Walid Hassanein