THE GREAT DESERT HIKE
I have walked too long in this downpour for
any sense to be made : like hives in a tree,
my feet are dripping. My back is wet. My
hair is matted : celestial feelings bewail me,
calling my wet-head notions down. 'Be careful
where you walk!', and 'watch out for water!'
A vast and treacherous schoolbus plods by -
driven by a demon, loaded by a witch. The
late-afternoon schoolcode kids are jammering :
the cyclic utterings of madness, corralled and
approved. 'This is what we give you now for
children; hordes, and hoarders, alike.
I invite no one into my space, let alone will
I share my water on this great desert hike.