The sun beats down across the California desert walls
and its cracked dry ground was hard as a rock.
You could see windmills in a distance of the heat wave
turning in slow motion as salt seeped from my pores
and stung my eyes as I wiped it off.
I continued my journey step by step a little closer to home.
Palm springs just a few more miles
but I knew it would feel like a trip across the world.
As I become closer to the melting asphalt of the highway,
I could see the herd of tarantula’s scurry across.
Amazing the insects that lived within this hell of heat
wondering when and how their next prey would arrive.
This desert gave no mercy to anything that lived here
Yet cactus thrived on the San Bernardino winds that blew.
Even with the sun setting, my blood still boiled from the heat
and the mountains gave no relief with it shadow bearing across.
Coyotes ran across the plain thinking I was their next meal
but little did they know I had other plans about retiring.
As the night came upon me, so did the cold air
through this hollow valley which I traveled.
Finally out from its brutal environment, I looked back
and realized the beauty in the distant darkness outlined
knowing I would take this trip again in time...
Acrylic on canvas board