The following are excerpts from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”.
Excerpt #2
Grey sky meets the field
past the mountain range,
past forest and beyond
the fertile waters.
One bowl I carry
down dusty roads,
scattered snow fills
my bowl enough to drink.
Children run from yipping dogs
chickens waiting for dinner
watchful of hiding coyotes.
Who carries the lantern
across the meadow?
Who follows the river
from mouth to delta?
Who is standing at the
wrought iron gate?
Excerpt #1
Sitting at the stone table across
from an empty setting – the
space is filled with grains of sand.
I have no recollection of where these
may have come from, no memory of arriving here.
The sky is grey and swollen, and I fear the
wind arriving before I remember.
