He asked me why I love the desert 


By |  Emma Renly
Originally published in Issue VIII



We met at the crossing of a glacier creek
In a valley surrounded by snow-capped peaks

Seasons changed and we went down seperate paths
He stayed in the mountains, I became a desert rat

To him, this land must seem bare and bleak
It’s beautiful, including the sun’s blazing heat

I see towering red rocks, awaiting to be found
I feel icy pools of rainfall trinkleing through canyon ground

I smell ashes from a bonfire, now permanent on my skin
I taste the sweet spring water after a locals beach swim

I hear the roaring, raging river that drowns out all sound
And I now here I am explaining, I’m forever desert bound

He smiles and nods, understanding what he heard
But I look at him and know, he won’t fall in love with my words











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The Dust Magazine is a 501-c3 nonprofit organization under the umbrella of Moab Arts Center and run entirely by volunteers. We rely on business sponsorships, reader contributions, and donated submissions to continue the mission.