white sands

January 8, 2022

The silence surrounds you in the white sand dunes. I can hear the slightest vibration. A scratch of a pen. A tune. That’s me. Scribbling. Writing this song to the desert bright. So white. Bare of color, but reflecting that starlight.

I can feel the presence of an older earth here. The sand beneath my feet. My mind swimming into another timeline entirely. These waves of dunes were once oceans. Everything is moving. Everything is changing. Everything is evolving. Everything is rearranging. This includes me too. We begin again and again and this is how nothing ever ends. And never truly begins for that matter. It is just us as we keep going.

These white sands. The ripples. Evidence of the wind. The same blowing through my hair as the sun climbs my back. Up and up my shoulders to my neck. The sensation of the sun’s warm in the cool desert sands reminds me again of the dichotomy of water and land. The ancient ocean. These sands.