Deserts Unfolding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running, never catching up to what is being seen within
this mind, an entire dimension of beauty, knowledge and
wisdom saving me from a humdrum, mundane life.

Rolling hills, mountains rising into the atmosphere,
deserts unfolding in my interior spirit, filling me with
hot arid serenity.

Touching me intensely, tides of life and waves of oceans
lapping at my toes, finding solace as it takes this mind
into the solitude of an inner spirituality.

There I am at peace, away from stress and turmoil of this
world racked with evil and war, finding peace needed to
survive the devastation seen everywhere in every country
across the globe.