Tumbleweeds dancing across the sun baked earth
Arid winds, circling, picking up dust and brittle grass
A funnel reaching to the sky.
Crows flying slow, searching for water
A bit of shade,
Relief from the searing sun.
Below, a creek bed cracking and curling
A dried up frog, out of place
In the water-less land.
Rita Ackerman, 2002.