poem of the day April 28

Driving through

the Mojave desert 

An environment 

so dry

so parched

so inhospitable 

I am glad I am 

not travelling the early

nineteenth century

struggling to survive

without any shade 

in a land of no water

My musing made me very weird

when I finally got to the motel and took

a shower where I used more

water than the fragile desert can possibly provide