Crossing from there to
here... Crossing from
stone to stone…
In the wadi,
desert winds blow hot
Dust into the eyes
into the ears
into the mouth
and back into the eyes.
The taste of water,
once abundant,
fades from everything.
The Sun reigns over all
so I run from it
before I follow it
until I hide from it.
In a cave, I shake
until I beg the Stars
to fade behind
a warm embrace.
Sometimes there is shade
sometimes there is water
sometimes there is death
Rarely, we find life...
The wind fades as
the Sun humbles itself
before the rising earth.
I hear dry voices
whispering from
under the roots of
an old oak tree.
Under twisted wood and
borrowed dirt,
The gods are buried here.
For information on the reference to Moreh in this poem, CLICK HERE.
The Properties of Dust
1.
Moreh
Orienteering
Tides
The Properties of Dust
2.
Storm
Oncology
Upon the Ruin
Golgotha
Demolition
3.
Watching a Woman From Across the Room
Moonrise
First Snow
Antarctic Whispers
Lines
Bedtime Prayer
4.
The Red Car
Something Lost
Slough
Home
After the War
5.
Lair
Love Poems
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Rubble by A. F. Litt
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