Catherine... Queen of the Desert.

I know a girl, who cannot

hide

her bloodline.

It wears her like a crown

and even when you dip her into desert sand

she rises like a Queen to face the day.

You look out across

the cracked earth and watch the dust

hurl itself towards the waiting dusk

Yet

from her tent

her eyes behold only

the beauty formed in the dying light,

the play of fine particles

moving

into line as if

designed.

And when the others call,

to leave

She sweeps the rough shale still

Seeing

all the layers

Baring their truth

quietly

for her wide open heart

to share.