Grit

Parched throat, cracked lips,
The mind, it dims
The desert lounges.

Across the vast wasteland
A jaundiced eye struggles to crack open
Yet the final indulgence--a weakness unburned--
Holds firm sway.
Across the shimmering sandscape
And over the hardy beast's breath
If the ocean,
the homeland,
the lawn
the lights
Flicker and flit
In the mind, the eyes
The heart...
Then so in this place!

A little pinprick in the wilderness halts
The jaundiced eye flickers
A knee meets sand,
A canteen gurgles:
The being comes alive.
And parched lips crack
as tunes long lost
Flit and flicket 
In the ears, the heart...
The mind fades

Sand dunes, war drums
The storm, it whistles
The desert lunges