Why Old Words Love Dry Country

Comfort is consolation
For those not easily bored,
For those for whom the social
And convivial mean work.

Give us our daily cycle
Of hours, our morning starlight
In the desert where we know
Where all the hidden wells hide,

Where to find food, where to find
Shelter, to wrap up alone
In warm blankets on cold nights
And dream it’s just stars and us.