deserted

there is a solace to the solitude and
there is an aloneness that makes being alone
good and true,
rather
than
sad and
lonely.
no expectations.
no schedules.
no race to get from there
to here –
and back.
for one thing, it’s too, too hot for all
that hurrying and worrying;
for another, it’s just
the
way
things
are.
in the desert, where life can be seen
inside out,
if you are
willing to stop and look and if
you are willing to stand
the
peace and
quiet. can
you? or do you just think
you
can?