Rattlers and Scorpions

For those who are content to scan the surface of things the desert can seem quite empty and harsh; while some others like myself, travel the crevasses, rest in the shade side of a thorny cactus – become part of their luscious blooms after a rare rain, or simple cloud hiccup. More deserts within than without, when a heart is barren and the soul refusing all relief – I respect their necessary spikes, asking of them only brief acceptance and forgiveness...for the rattlers and scorpions of my own I have come to shed....