The desert is sucking the life out of me.
Like a mummified Pharaoh with papyrus skin.
The sun says “sweat”, but I have nothing more to give.
Surrounded by sand, I am in the wrong place.
I long for the waves, splash dancing with a
shore welcoming each waves onslaught.
Breeze sliding its fingers through my hair.
The sun kisses on bare shoulders, backs and legs.
I sit in the constant hum of exhausted AC.
A noise of machines and isolation.
Staring at a face on the pix-elated screen.
wishing I could be on a towel in a different sand.