A Desert Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking at many cacti outside the door, their needles
poking my mind and taking it along rivers of thought.

Dancing in a vast desert of imagination, taking every-
thing to heart where it can be kept safely.

Contained in the beginnings and endings of time here on
earth, so quickly falling into rhythm's steps.

Marching down stairs of life and into the destiny of
many more tomorrows, being alive and energetic in all
that I do each day while writing.