Desert

it’s like walking on a desert
waiting for the rain to fall
because there’s a cloud over
the head, but it does not at all

your body is drying up quickly
yet you continue this stubbornly hopeful
walk, and you just wait for that delicacy,
a long-waited salvage beyond the doubtful

yet when the sunsets
and a drop of a bird’s dung
splashes you of its ugly end
do not be bitter, but sing a song

the song of the hunger
the song of the adventurer
the song of the survivor.

6.16.2023