An Arid Being

I feel as one would feel if one were hard-boiled,
and, when the Sun finally did appear;
all possibilities of moisture would simply dissipate into the lack of weather.

I really wanted not, to realize
that what the desert threatens, it would actually equally produce,
because of it's grasp on such extreme measures

I've been forever cautious,
because of how shocking extremes can be;
so, I know to grab a hold, just a little deeper in the coolness of the dirt.

Right now, I'm feeling just a tad-bit foolish, for
I was just now startled by a centurion-like gust of arid wind
that produced nothing more, than a tumbleweed at my foothold...

and, that caused my nerves to stand up high, on the top of my head;
and do nothing more than salute that ol' king Sol,
of which I'm trying to turn my back on, anyway.

Here I am, yearning for moisture and the dampness of the night,
and it takes another victim of the Sun, a tumbleweed...mind you;
to help me realize the stark reality of my destiny.

I am not worthy to request things from a land,
that has no abundance, but heat and wind , in a soulless climate...
so, I try and evaporate unto myself, and appear self-sufficient.....for I am but, a lowly cactus.