We walked through the night.
Two old men.
One a baby
One as old as the earth’s crust
Stars only
Old in front
Onwards always it seemed.
A glow gave them pause.
Cool breeze warning of heat ahead
Dry hot and sleepy
The midday spoke.
Hot and dry
Sleepy windless landscape
The
old one woke the young one.
The two old men began the twilight walk.
One guiding
One following
The second night brought creatures.
Sounds of water
Oasis in the dessert
Hidden deep in country from the young old man.
A deeply etched mark in the mind and land
of the old old man.
Silence
The way back to town was swift it seemed
but not really.
When had the young one spent days in
silence.
The quiet was not quiet.
The dessert spoke constantly.
Mind and land and nature relationality
connected.
They arrive and stand side by side looking back in silence at the days
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