My hands rough like sandpaper
Rubbed along the smooth surface
A sandstone sculpture carved by unknown hands
I looked closely many images
Each staring at me
Like a convoluted totem
The bear and sandpiper
In a tender embrace
Intelligent dumb eyes staring nowhere
Eagles talons gripping, cutting into base
The humble turtle, wisdom's companion
Images from a thousand life times
Stories told around fires
Drawing me in like quicksand
Enchanting me with ancient drums
I wish to leave my civilized self behind
A feathered sandman calls my name
"Fly with the sandpiper"
"Ride sandstone dreams"
Second second attempt for Nette's Build Your Own Sand Contest
This time I have the right number of lines,
Thanks for the inspiration Nette!
Written September 10, 2013
By: Richard Lamoureux