In the desert there is no time, no measure of such an idea.
in the desert what do you do for sanity/
talk to God in language of the soul/
the wind/errant sand particles in your eyes, your nose, your hair/
You meditate and expect the stars for you to wander by, you see the moon you say,
aha! its night.
Night or day, it’s all that you know.
not minutes, not hours, not weeks in the desert
there is no time except to talk to God.
How blest the ones who roam in the silence and billowing sand.