With sand, I changed the future, from
Sun-stiffened robes, sandals,
Testingly oasis beckoned...
Had it not been for the waters of seeing,
Breathing...
I would have drunk the vinegar that
Strangling day,
Hanging my head...
Sometimes down...
Sometimes up...
Remembering
The women
Below me...
On those shifting
Sands.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-sand-to-sand-revised/
