Journey
Journey across the desert
as a grain of sand
going where the wind
will take you
You cannot resist
even if you wanted to
Instead, the edges are
knocked off by your
fellow travellers
and eventually you
think you are changed
even though you look the same
Thoughts
I’ve been writing about the desert today so we have a poem about deserts. Do we change? Are we so different from everyone around us or are we all the same? I’m in danger of getting too philosophical so here is a picture of an Alpine Cow. Moo!
© John Monaghan 2026. All Rights Reserved
