Every day I write my name 

In the desert sand,

And every day I walk another space of time.

And just because I don’t return 

To see my name is written,

Doesn’t mean I’m not walking in circles.

Today I don’t bother to scratch my name

On the surface.

I sit and watch the sands blow in the wind.

I come to identify with a cosmic windstorm,

And my heart gets carried away with it.

And maybe I haven’t gone anywhere.

Only a cycle has been broken.

Or has Everywhere come to me?

For I have been moved to stay and bloom

With the cactus flowers.

-jenn