Perception

In such vast open spaces
great winds pick up and curl
massive hand full’s of sand are scooped
in great cauldrons they hurl
shifting sands come hither
like golden oceans they
rage across horizons
and swallow up our day

the dromedaries whispering gait
glide like phantoms through it all
coming into focus
as the curtain starts to fall
a storm of dust springs skywards
a great wall doth divide
with shadows ever looming
its all taken in their stride

they are the ships now sailing
through the sands of time
the rippling sun baked mirage
that floats and starts to climb
a sidewinder skews across the sand
its pattern left for those
who see the river swallowing
up the sand as if it knows

to gulp all those particulates
and swallow them with ease
behold the flute and all that breath
helps now to appease
any fear of being lost
in this wilderness of sand
the desert, part of Nature
sculpted by a greater hand

than any we may ever see
and great breaths beyond our thought
the ever changing panorama
in its clutches caught
elephants just elephants
a herd why were they there
suddenly they left the scene
other climes to share

a myriad of experiences
caught up in it all
a glimpse of our great mother’s power
through the eyes of this old fool