Balm for my soul,
gently suffuses the horizon.
from long-forgotten hiding places
doting on the arid land.
and I remember
a long ago journey
through a desert deserted place.
a young mother, a dreaming father, a trusting babe.
Along the skyline, one by one by one,
crawl camels and goats.
A dog barks lonely in the distance.
Hibiscus, bougainvillea, euphorbia, mimosa, cactus...
grow, without soil, out of the black picon,
those astonishing dark particles of rock
under cover of darkness,
nourishing life with water.
an olive tree began to grow,
from a harsh prevailing wind.
A froth of surf
lacily fringes an azurely turquoise sea
caressing a golden beach.
scatter a landscape patterned
with terraced gardens and vineyards.
Coming with peace, twilight
beckons with mysterious fingers,
hands full of promise.
This seemingly barren landscape
loves me with possibilities.
My soul rests, rejoicing.