Rippled dunes like a sandy finger print
the drifts along the ripples as though something drew the horizon lines
but nothing did
the wind blew perpendicular to that
it is our lot in life to insist not only order
but on following that order until the bitter end
some empty horizon on an endless beach
when all along, the forces that shaped our lives where neither
before us nor behind us
but unseen and pushing us from the sidelines.
grains of sand lift off and gain altitude but for a little while
before landing and facing the wind with the pressure at their backs once again
Rune Stones...
