I The desert is painted ocher, turquoise and white in the right kind of light. II In the desert there are times when the only sound is hollow wind. III In the desert the heat of day vies for your allegiance with the cold of night. IV What you see in the desert is sometimes a reflection of what you believe. V What you believe in the desert is sometimes what becomes real. VI In the desert there are ghost flowers, barren cousins to the blazing star. You must follow the bees to know the difference. VII Flowers are surrounded by needles, the desert protects its own. VIII There are reservations in the desert, places where the mind can go when pain is unbearable. IX Though the desert is harsh, sand makes a soft bed perfect for bleaching bones. X Desert mistletoe is unarmed. Its seeds are masters of deceit sprouting where others dare not. XI There is a valley of death in the desert. The Old Woman Mountains nurture life above the clouds. XII In the desert you may not remember your name but it can be fatal to forget what you are. XIII The silky flycatcher, glossy desert denizen, reminds us the blackbird is everywhere.
After reading Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens