desert winds across my face
scorch of sun and burning skies
all around me shattered earth
and hopeless drought before my eyes
yet at my feet a flower grows
its bloom ablaze before my boot
as if all the waters of the world
were ever-present at its root
how does the light of spring itself
bless this broken world of crust
i know not how, can only stare
and thank the gods that it is thus
