Clouds of Sand
There it is, horizon far
Yellow shades to orange
Filling the vista from ground to sky
Billowing, rolling, drifting
With purpose, driven by heat, by wind
Hot grains like flocks of birds
linked, waves, rollers, a grainy surf
Such speed the land vanishes
As if in shroud, hidden moment by moment
All I remember covered now
A golden fog not slow, no pause
It advances in hurry, I brace myself
Wrapping scarf, covering well
Then surrounded, engulfed, enclosed
Then whipped, bitten a thousand times
Blind, huddled and waiting
Until it passes, this hot stinging storm
Revealing the world again
Just a canvas of blue sky
And a blanket of sand
2003
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