I was left to wander alone
In this desert, hair windblown
I’m a dry, hot, beautiful mess
Written off, but not distressed
Finding peace and company
In these wide open spaces
I now sing my desertsong

Still a mess, but lovely in it
Hot by day, too cool at night
Friends with the desert fox
And with the lizards and hawks
I’m never alone out here
In nature I let go of fear
I’m singing my desertsong

Written 8-4-2018 / Revised 9-30-2022