Signs Of My Passing Poem by Juan Olivarez

Signs of my passing, so far away,
Out in the burning sands.
Remain in the Mojave to this day,
I put them there, with my own hands.

Out in the desert far from home,
I stacked stones on the desert ground.
To find my way there all alone,
With my own hands I lay them down.

So many arrows to point the way,
To all my favorite haunts.
Canyons, washes, I knew where they lay,
As I set out on my daily jaunts.

Little markers made of stones,
Arrows pointing to some thing.
Be it shaded areas, or animal bones,
Or places I heard the wind sing.

As far as I know, they are still there,
Someday I'll see them once again.
When I return to that land so fair,
My Mojave, devoid of rain.