At a lake in the desert

Brought there by youthful adventure

Coming in spring in bright cloudless

Days we

Entered a

Foreign world

.

Growing up in the city where to

Have silence was rare the

Intense stillness

Jolted us

.

Keeping a promise to rise early we

Left our campsite and

Made our way to a

Narrow peninsula of sand in the

Open water

Present all around us were birds whose songs

Quenched the silence leaving a

Residue of

Serenity that remains to

This day

.