Sinuous borne signalled lines
mark a track on sliding sand,
trace the slithering snake unseen,
seeking prey where the searchers stood.
Landscape in a fluid flux
carved by wind, “the artist’s hand”
draws desert fathers, wrought to suffer,
to find a place in Universe,
isolated, harsh and cruel,
Nature’s lash on devoted flesh
chases deep to contemplate.
They seek to find the perfect way
but mistakes of mortal minds are shared,
intentions leak like water from a vessel broke
and spill upon the arid ground.
Non may judge this defect clean
but together they must journey
to refill their vessel once more anew:
a caste communed in melded minds
they walk the dune in freezing night,
climb the shifting sand,
bent by burning light.
Witness fiery dawn, bursting red!
Lifting lines, long shadows drawn,
banished silver stars on backdrop black,
they see wonder wrapped in solitude.
17th Feb 2017