I stop on a desert evening--
Crouching on one knee, I see your city,
Street signs there I read as a child,
Their language closed and lost to me now.
I have felt banished and lonely--
Looking at the twinkling electric lights of your city;
Without a cloud in the sky,
Many times rain has overtaken me.
The cacti raise their arms and ask why?
I have no answer for them.
I turn away for the last time
And walk towards the morning and the horizon.