I long for mystery, holiness and silence. Old Saguaro Woman offers to satisfy my longings. Not having seen her for several weeks, I strike out in her direction, while a few stars still dot the sky, hoping to avoid the worst of the desert heat. When I arrive at her courtyard, I am dismayed to find that someone has parked a fifth-wheel trailer, its generator roaring, nearby. As I strain to hear what Old Saguaro Woman might be murmuring, the camper owner flings open his door. Ignoring the wise and ancient voices of the desert, he laps up the mindless chatter of the morning news. I distance myself from the camper and its blaring TV, but across the wide-open spaces, sound carries easily. Even a half-mile away, I hear a reporter breathlessly describing the latest disaster in Egypt.
Posted on August 18, 2013, in Arizona, Carpe Diem, haibun, haiku, Postcards from Paradise, Recuerda Mi Corazon, saguaro cactus, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona, sunrise and tagged haibun, haiku, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.