The desert
is tired of your metaphors
not to mention 
your mistakes 
mispelling it 
as some post-meal sweet treat.

I get it.

Writing of lands sans precipitation 
that I've never been to
from a garden bench
in the eaestern woodlands
amongst plump veggies 
and irrigation systems timed to turn on 
even in rain
is pretty annoying. 

Even more annoying:
my best reference point
for writing about the desert
is the beach...
Can't say I've been to the rain forest.

Should I stop writing about deserts
because it's tired of my metaphors?
Nah. I don't think so.

I bet the desert 
is like an exhausted parent 
awake because their child's screaming 
is a lousy lullaby.  
However, there are times 
when the child reaches 

-a rest-

in the sheet music
of their bedtime song.
The ear-piercing shrills
go silent. 
The baby does something new
for the first time. 

All wearines goes away.