Desert Rain

September 27, 2021

It’s going to rain, 
no big deal for most, but special still the same. 
The smell of a desperate desert, 
the way evaporating air draws you into your hoodie 
consoled by careful sips of hot coffee. 
I built a second floor patio to 
remind me of Paris. . . 
It overlooks the mountains where I watch 
clouds heavy with worry wrap their way toward me.
I integrate with the solitude, 
causing me to reflect on 
my journey to right now. . . 
on how humble it is to watch wind, accepting 
I’ll never see her, 
and she’ll never understand
what it means to be me. . .