Wednesday, May 5, 2021

Kalahari Desert

An impossible tree
stands on its own
behind the tangerine dunes.
The tree stretches its bare, black limbs
to touch the cloudless azure sky.
Its roots run deep in the golden sand,
deep enough where it might be cool and wet
and nourishing.
But the tree has no leaves or blossoms.
It looks like a piece of driftwood,
as though it stands proudly in this desert purely by chance.
The branches cast ominous shadows on the ground,
like the spindly legs of enormous spiders,
and you might not even believe it was really there.

(inspired by the pic found at the top of the page here)

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