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Simple Names
Simple
people trample on the desert.
I write their names in the sand.
There’s a little space for them
in a room that grows more crowded.
After a while I can’t hear them
anymore.
I forget what they tell me and
what I’ve said to them.
My thoughts are back in the desert
where storms are always forming.
Soon tempestuous winds stir up the sand
until the floor is a smooth, clean thing
awaiting new names.—Michael Degan is an
editor for Herald Press. He lives in
Ephrata, Pa., with his wife, Becky, and
year-old son, Matthew. .
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