I’ve Been to the Desert

by David Andrés Alíx

I am walking through the desert with a dirty face and dirty clothes

But my throat is not dry, and neither are my eyes

My skin does not roast when the sun is high

My toes and fingers do not numb in dead night

My abdomen is not round with starvation bloat

I walk by a Desert Rose but I do not approach

It is a kindness to me that I be allowed to see

But to gaze would be immodesty

And I continue walking by a Komodo Dragon

Disinterested it seems

And I continue, knowing that I will have

What I need to survive and a little extra

To coax a soiled smile