I Wander the Desert Alone

Utah sun bakes barren soil. This morning, the river trickled. Now the water has vanished. Dry pools with salt crusted rims smell of thirst. Red canyon walls reflect the heat. I rest in the shade of the lone cottonwood, but not too long: I must reach the spring. I strain to imagine the oasis: lush green ferns will tumble down the cliff where the water bursts from the sandstone into a clear pool. How I will drink! September 28, 2018 For contest: I wander the desert alone Sponsored by Edward Ibeh