Stark stony path
Small, snaking, etched upon deserts face
Wonderfully wraps itself
Tight around my feet
Warm Dusty brown blanket
Ruffled by soft wind dry and parched
Quenched only by hard time
Yet patient and persisting
Speckled Streaked, long gaunt shadows
Leave tattooed tracks and trails
Embedded deep within earth’s leathered skin
Blistering sun melts the sweltering day
Waxen blue
Dripping into lazy languid pools
Warm and sensuous
Trickling Like an hour glass
Slowly settling onto the rim of sky
Pasted shimmering lines
Shifting Into ridges of lost time