Tumbleweeds

Another reminiscence of West Texas. There have been many times in my life when I have felt very much like... Tumbleweeds, Lonely searching souls Adrift on ever-shifting sandy seas, Roll blindly by. Spindly, prickly fingers Rasping, grasping, Scraping, scratching, Trailing skeletal ribbons Behind them in their wake, Ephemeral reminders Of their sad, brief passing And their desperate, Vain attempt To reconnect with earth, And life, And each other. In a brutal landscape of arid desolation, Under a relentless and unforgiving sun, Tumbleweeds, Unwilling vagabonds composed, perhaps, Of memories of where they've been, Tumble onward, Forever impelled by an also searching, And equally lonely, But coldly impartial desert breeze.