The Sands Have a Way

By Dennis Craft

 

My life feels like a desert

But I am used to it

And am well supplied

I know the vastness of

This barren place

I know its beauty and its life

When others see only sand

And feel only thirst

I go toward places

Seeing them from afar

I know just where to go

And then the winds

Shift the sand

And I see them no more

And would be lost

But for guidance overhead

I do not depend on

What I see before me

The heavens declare my course

Sometimes I get

To where I was going

After a long time

But most times not

For the destinations I intended

Are no more

Having vanished

Beneath the sand

Others might fall to madness

And blame the stars

For the earth’s caprice

But not me

I know the sands have a way

Of uncovering, too

And I find more preferable places

Arising along my way

That were never there before

But now they are

Just when needed

I enjoy them while I can

For I may never see them again

They will be hidden beneath my feet

As I pass over another day

Another day of desert days

I know this place

And I know its life

I am well supplied

For the heavens declare my course

And the shifting earth

Is not my doom.

 

July 29, 2010