Stars peer from behind curtains of daylight
Wishing upon my brief passage
Calloused sole alighting
Maybe it is the daydreams with which this poem opens. Maybe it is the stars.
Sand and Solitude, from The Memory of Trees, invites me into a world where more varied lights hang in the sky, and where long moments leave room for myriad small things. In the sand I don’t see the beaches or the dunes of Earth today. I’m imagining a less tangible place, where everything is different and yet everything is the same.
It could be the future – it could be the past. It could be nothing more than a fantasy. Where is the sand that you would walk upon?
That slow hour, high noon
Where time passes relative
To the pace of my thoughts
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