“Unsheltered Lies The Desert In Solitary Hours” — Image by kenne
I speak of Desert without repose
Carved by relentless winds
Torn up from its bowels
Blinded by sands
Unsheltered solitary
Yellow as death
Wrinkled like parchment
Face turned to the sun.
– – from “Landscapes” by Andrée Chedid
Becoming is Superior to Being 