Desert

Author's Note: I was watching a movie (don't recall the name) of  a man who strives in the desert and forges for food like an animal. Thinking about what that life could like and with the imagination of my mind I started to compare deserts to life in which this piece was born. 

With this last stumble I break

In the middle of the desert

With wind of disdain whipping my eyes

Stinging as the scorpion's tail of others

Milestones become mirages

No longer can I bear the heat of hatred on my back

Nor the cold of people's hearts when the stars seem just in reach

My knees plant in the sand, then my elbows follow

Finally my head comes to a stop on the surprisingly cool sand

The sun seems to have mercy and pulls back its rays

Cactus wave goodbye

No more sand will penetrate my eyes

Which are now forever closed

 

Author's note: While writing a word association I got to my native country of Chile, I then noticed that some nostalgia leaked into my mind and I decided to write my journal entry on it.

Colors flash, as do the smiles of street vendors while they hold their beloved merchandise up to share with the world. Next to them are the tiny shacks of homes and it front a table with food, not just food anymore. The pride of their grubby fingers making something that could become so wanted. Full of unknown history, this country tucked away in between the Andes and the Pacific ocean. Breath taking view of snow on top of mountains and right along side a white beach filled with people,  my people. One of the most famous languages in the world rolls off their tongue with such an ease that it turns into an art of pronunciation. Turn around and the world's best classic flavor is being made from their bare hands, a deep burgundy wine. With the rich taste settling on your dried taste buds. This is what the longest country in the world is, tall spirits of it's people and culture that spans half a globe and brings its people together.