In the middle of the Mojave,
Is resting an old cross.
I have no idea whose it is,
My mind is at a loss.
It is just there.
I know Someone or something,
Is laying underneath.
Some desert stones surround it,
Sort of like a desert wreath.
It is just there.
There's mountains on the east,
And mountains to the west.
Among the stands of cholla,
And the shadows that they cast.
It is just there.
Out in the desert, all alone,
Peace and quiet reigns.
The perfect place to spend forever,
Amidst the sandy golden grains.
It is just there.
It will be there, when I return,
Thats where I want to be.
Out in the middle of nowhere,
It's calling out to me.
I know it's there.
Juan Olivarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cross-in-the-desert/
