Why Am I Lost?
Desert sand, springtime lightning, rolling thunder, hail, then cold rain.
Dirty hands, sore muscles, and big smiles. Hairy scorpions, collared lizards, then injured macaws.
Blueberry pancakes, PB&J sandwiches, and red wine. Confusion, clarity, then execution. Aching bones, endless thirst, and circling contentment.
Silent sunrises. Whispering sunsets. I’m tired to the bone and it’s time to go home.