desert sun

all photos by Makropoulos

In the desert,

I forgot my name.

I was no longer

Makropoulos,

no

longer

my other name,

no longer

a person with profession

and rank;

I was just

,

grateful for the opportunity to mingle

with dust

and rock

and heat.

I did not write there,

I had no words -- the blue 

of the sky

and the ever changing hue

of the earth

became my only word.

And I felt an absolute

contentment to be in awe,

and utterly overwhelmed

by the earth we live on.

Comfort can be found from simply knowing

one's place.