Through the Desert

By Olivia Arieti

Never thought it possible
Racing through the wild
Where sand and sky are one
And the wind still whispers
Sherazade’s tales.
There is never
A last night over there.
Not even for vultures.

Weak and alone
We always go forward
As visions of wild horses
And luscious palm trees
Promise arrival.

Perhaps, times have changed
For no comet looks down on us
And all compasses
Have lost their way.
So we carry on
Shooting photos
At what would have
Only seemed a dream.

——

Olivia Arieti is a U.S. citizen living in Italy.  Her plays have been produced in New York as well as published by Brooklyn Publishers, Lazy Bee Scripts, and Desert Road Publishing.  Her poem “Daily Trains” was recently published in Women in Judaism.

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