Desert Is a Big Fellow
Gegentuya

Desert
Is a big big fellow
Only
High very high in the air
Can I see him clearly
The rippling muscles,
The bulging bosom,
The sunken belly

He is a fellow
Unable to smile
Either he's throwing his barbaric fits
Or lounging idly in bed
Truly
A stranger to any tenderness
If
I fly too far and too long
I shall feel fearful
Of flying back

But certainly I'll not flee
I'm a small sparrow
Of the desert
I'm a small drifting hair
On the body of this big fellow
I'm what he has let soar in this vastness
A minute soul