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Jill Jones
THE DESERT
THE DESERT
THE DESERT
She\'s learning about the desertwhere things are not as flat as they seem.
She needs the plain, the wind, scrub,
no longer believes mirages
on straight, never-ending roads,
wants nothing to do with rain,
not even a sudden flash flood.
But climbing dunes reworked by wind
she finds traces of running water,
fresh scouring of ground, rilled surfaces,
ephemeral stream channels.
She wants to learn to live
without comfort or knowledge
of the future, each day its own,
stretched out like any other.
There\'s only a long horizon,
she wants that secret to stay there.
She\'s like plants at ground level
surviving as seeds through dry periods —
tough outside while inside
she\'ll grow the grassland of dreams,
a wild place of her own,
until rain memory tracks her waking.
She stumbles out by the highway,
into a new mirage, oasis —
that road where past and future meet
only at the horizon
and there\'s all that walking in between.
© 2002, Jill Jones
From: Screens Jets Heaven. New and Selected Poems
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
From: Screens Jets Heaven. New and Selected Poems
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
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THE DESERT
She\'s learning about the desertwhere things are not as flat as they seem.
She needs the plain, the wind, scrub,
no longer believes mirages
on straight, never-ending roads,
wants nothing to do with rain,
not even a sudden flash flood.
But climbing dunes reworked by wind
she finds traces of running water,
fresh scouring of ground, rilled surfaces,
ephemeral stream channels.
She wants to learn to live
without comfort or knowledge
of the future, each day its own,
stretched out like any other.
There\'s only a long horizon,
she wants that secret to stay there.
She\'s like plants at ground level
surviving as seeds through dry periods —
tough outside while inside
she\'ll grow the grassland of dreams,
a wild place of her own,
until rain memory tracks her waking.
She stumbles out by the highway,
into a new mirage, oasis —
that road where past and future meet
only at the horizon
and there\'s all that walking in between.
From: Screens Jets Heaven. New and Selected Poems
THE DESERT
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