golden fields are covered in golden
sand sand
makes the gold makes
growth near impossible growth
only possible for the few only
cacti grow in fields of gold

I
wander along the desert path wander
by morning wander by
mid-day afternoon in the evening (not in black fields but) again at mid-day

golden fields are covered in golden
sand sand
makes feeling water impossible makes
drinking improbable makes drinking
the act of visitors

I
wander along the desert path wander
drinking foreign water drinking
while home water runs down my back while
dry air warms me dry
air warms me air
stirred by a humming bird stirred
by humming by
humming inspired by the humming
of the humming bird of
golden fields which scintillate golden
is all I see I see what seems all and it is
gold