the sand grain witness

the sand. the sand grain desert sand. a wind sweeps along 
an arid earth, takes it in its mouth to satisfy its desire for
 
moisture. with blinded eyes, it seeks the darkness in the 
light. it moves in a circular motion, walks sideways to
 
feel its shadow; losing itself on the crest of a dune, the
shadow in the depth of a sea; so drowns the moisture;
 
a prophet man sows the sand, reaps the grain; under the 
silence of the sun. he breathes the rain, brushes his hand
 
along the desert texture, his fingers paint his face. he does
not seek the false truth. speaks with a languid artesian well
 
voice. he eats the night air, he is not afraid. crosses a barren
land like a child’s pull toy; the heat fill his sandals with cold
 
from desolation; his soul dangles from a watch chain; the 
timepiece glass cracks from a second hand ticking backwards,
 
backwards. rest he bequests in an oasis, the mirage envelopes;
thin, fragile layers of imagination tempt him, hunger kisses him,
 
he eats the fruit, sown in the cold desolation of his desert soul
willing time forward; seeking to leave the gritty reality of barrenness,
 
moisture seeping slowly into a body desiccated from
the journey across the sandy desert his life had become
 
feels once again the warm coursing of hope through
a heart cold and empty
 
startles at the rhythm of his heart; remembering the beat of life
long denied from too much pain barely endured
 
the sand shifting as he moves again
wind gentle with the music not heard for so long
 
movement forcing him over the last dune
out of the frozen heat and back into
 
a landscape painted by colors
of a life to be lived.
 
 
Copyright © 01/31/2013 Barbara Sutton and Lance Sheridan
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