photo credit: Giant´s Playground – Namibia via photopin (license)
The desert defines you after a while.
You become the trek
Not flesh and bone,
Like sand now
As you freeze at night
And burn in the furnace heat
Of the noonday sun.
Your identity as fluid and false
As the trick of the mirage
That guides you away from home.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
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