30 days, 30 pages with writing on them. That's the deal.
20.
Desert
This is where I live, waiting
for the rain, the next,
and next drop
sent to keep me
going, slow growing
pinpricks against empty spaces
lean, straight, hungry
miles, my curve the shadow
bent to tracking days
Nothing deep, you see
it all, except my reach
fingers just beneath
the surface, miles
of roots that watch forever
hands cupped
open-mouthed, amazed
at anything that finally comes