he sand storm we live through
the sand that rusts all and sundry
all that comes in it’s wake
the sand that turns all dusty
the sand that makes one thirsty
the sand that blows memories
the sand that throws caution to winds
the sand that make bread edible
the sand that turns food afresh
the sand that turns sheep into lions
the sand that creates lover out of men and women
the sand that creates life in the womb
the sand that turns water drier
the sand that runs with the blood in these veins
the sand that makes me miss romance of life
the sand that crackle if I chew on bread
the sand that rushes through fingers
the sand that once was a castle
that sand lives in my desert…
