Wind and Sand
Long ago the caravans
Made their marks upon these sands.
Man on beast like ships would glide
On seas of dust the wind they’d ride.
With flowing robes and turbans tight
Across the dunes and out of sight.
We too must cover up our skin
And ride our beasts of glass and tin.
As seekers now we come again
To make our tracks and feel the wind.
Before we leave this timeless place
The sun will warm and brown our face.
The heat will fade; the night will chill,
And stars will light the dunes so still.
Dead soldiers dot the bleak landscape,
A higher court has sealed their fate.
Shifting sands though endless times,
An eerie silence drains my mind.
The past is looted. What remains?
What’s the cost and what’s the gain?
We too are but mere grains of sand
Moved about as if by plan.
We too must pass—we cannot stay.
And the wind will blow our tracks away.
