Lost, immersed, found, revived.

I sense time and universe expand

Horizons clear wherever I stand

Salt crust icing across the pan

Silence dwarfs this mortal man.

With awe-inspiring desert all round

Where every mountain has been ground down

As time has weathered to grains of sand

By wind and rain, rocks can't withstand.

I feel the power of lonesomeness

No worldly goods of uselessness

 My wounded soul gains time to mend

By each glowing rock I now call friend.

Alone, I'm embraced by a vast crowd

Of granite soldiers standing proud

And baobab sentinels on guard

As Sol begins his march upward.

I see the birth of this glorious day

Where once a green island lay

In brackish waters of an inland bay

That time has long since washed away.

Where ancient lake has long been drained

Reborn each year with season's rain

The migratory fowl remain

A mere short months to lay again.

I hear the voice of this desert scape

As eerie silence resonates

A refuge where my soul escapes

For Nature to rejuvenate.

I release my mind to its free rein

To walk where ancient spirits remain

Never more aware of life's refrain

And become as one with this terrain.

Kubu Island

Makgadikgadi Pans

Botswana.

All pictures by Jim McIntosh.
And I'll own up to the lame lyrics too!

Lost, immersed, found, revived.

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