I Was Asked

I was asked how I know
How I could be so sure

They insisted I was wrong
But provided no proof
That they were right

I have moments, I see them
In the person
I saw it in you
Staring me in the eye

I am sure
I have been here before
Seen the body language
And the sigh in the voice
I know, You don’t like me

Winter Warmth

The wide-open desert is very cold in summer
Look at all the footsteps you’ve left behind
Feel the grains of sand go between your toes
I miss winter, the warmth it brings
The sun is beating on my back. I can’t stop
Where are the delirious?
I see no oasis in the distance
Just move sand to put behind me
Nightfall is so far away
My mind can’t rest then
I miss my warmth
The desert is so cold