At night
When I reach my bed
I collapse into the callous softness of the
Stillness ahead
My hands stretch away from my torso
Senses loose grip
Each cell disunites as into grains of sand
Dissociated on a body now a desert
Each grain with an individuality
Seeking an independent gust of fresh air
On each limb a hillock now
Grains now independent of the brain
Free from the food and air from the vessel’s supply
Breathe, flow and fend for themselves
Flowing with the stillness of the breeze
Uncover the consciousness that had
United an age ago
To form living shapes from sun sand and air
Ensnared in the myth of living and dying
The grains now free form a bridge in the air
Some fly to the impending currents of the breeze
Settling in shapes and patterns
Those who share their stillness with the grains say
That the dunes move, invade into soles, filling the interdigital plica
Drowning steps of travelers in a caravan
Some calling it love, others a drudgery
While none stops and moves on
Guided by starry nights
Into their voyage
Step by step, love by love, drudgery by drudgery
Imploring a moonscape and the hopes in thorny herbs
The dunes erode, fill, reveal, bury till the storms subside
Winds find their way back to the lungs
Grains into cells and organs unite
And the mornings search for a face and a membrane to sheath
A sandy journey into the daylight
Grains now mixed with many do not reunite
The being that used to be me of sands and sun
..... Is some else on this journey now.
“Each night we die, each day we are born anew
Each day a new life”