A Lightless Desert

After I landed,
the drive from the airport
to my new home
was dark.

Sitting in the back seat,

I remember looking out

into the empty desert night

like the empty harbor night

from a former home.

I wondered about

a distant father 

stepping alongside

a soon to be mother

and three wanderers 

seeing a star

waiting for them

with gifts in hand.

Sometimes 

the fragrance 

of those gifts

enters my space

and I feel the light

from stars shining

on a lightless desert.