Remote, and like any other vast menacing terrain.
Abundant scrub brush, and naked cacti thick with thorns;
Thorns that leave blood sopping down slit flesh.
Poisonous creatures that slither on the dry cracked earth.
But in this desolate patch of the desert, there is an abundance,
of an unexplained phenomenon as strange as some other planet.
Anyone brave enough to venture there reports a deep uneasiness.
—A mysterious place.
A place where you might encounter a strange trio,
tall, blonde, and dressed unsuitably for a desert environment.
Speaking Spanish flawlessly with a slightly musical lilt.
When asked: Where are you from?
Their response: “From above”
A place with an abundance of meteor strikes, one of the
highest concentrations in the world.
And, constant showers of small metallic orbs,
that locals call guÃjolas.
In this Chihuahuan desert, there is an abundance,
of stories of glowing ominous lights, UFO’s,
mutant animals, and of course no signals,
of any kind, can travel through there.
NO TV; NO radio; NO microwave; NO signals.
—NO form of communication.
You're traveling through another dimension,
A dimension not only of sight and sound but, of mind.
A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination.
That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop,
The Zone of Silence!
The last paragraph (except for the last line) is, of course,
a quote from Rod Serling’s popular TV series “The Twilight Zone.”
I loved it growing up and I still watch the reruns occasionally.
I came across a fascinating article about the Chihuahuan desert,
in Northern Mexico, about 400 miles South of El Paseo, Texas.
“The Zone of Silence”. It had an abundance of strangeness, which I loved.
Linking with Poets United. Susan’s Midweek Motif – “Abundance”
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