And Earth
On fire
Like your touch
Trailing a line
Along my flesh
Like your touch
Trailing a line
Along my flesh
In the silence
I begin to hear the wind
I render the wind silent
And begin to hear the sand
Rustling across the dunes
Silence the sand
To hear the dune
Which sings the song
Of desert’s true nature
You see
The mighty columns say
This once was plain
Withered away
Exposing us
The roots of Earth
Soon enough
More rain will come
Erode the land
You’re rooted on
Until you fall
Then come to rest
As dust beneath
Our hoodoo feet
Among the desert’s
Many victims:
My haughty ego
And petty worries
Matters unworthy
Of a life
Worth living
Because somewhere
Is always a state of mind
And my mind is always somewhere
Reminded of the virtues:
Steadfast focus
Attention to detail
And a good tripod
Rain quells nature’s sounds
No songbirds sing
No children shout
Ours are the only ears
To hear
The gentle white-noise patter
Of rainfall
Coming back to Earth
A small man
Of no small mass
A big heart
A wise soul
Both worn
Close to the surface