Dust Devils

The hegemony of height gets too much. The city robs me of the horizon and hides it behind towering cathedrals of concrete and glass. Even trees conspire to fill the gaps and extend their leafy reach to obscure the sky. I long for uninterrupted distance, horizontal vistas of the open sea and the flat, unfenced expanses of the inland with its views to infinity. Something in me seeks wide spaces, craves room to breathe, imagines sparse outback plains punctuated only by the height of dust devils wandering the vastness that stretches there, lifting up the silence in spiralling columns of prayer.