[ Writing ] [ Home ]

A haze lies over the sands, cradling them like a blanket,
Keeping the heat of the sun at bay.
Birdsong -
And so it remains for a few hours more
Until about ten. Then, the haze is torn away
By the power of the sun -
Melted as if it had
Never been. And the sun shines
Unimpeded on the sands.
Nothing moves, save, perhaps,
A bird seeking shade, a lizard soaking up
The heat. The sand burns. Is this why,
On another continent, the side-winder evolved?
The heat saps all energy and strength,
Bakes water from the body.
Then dusk comes. A blanket of partial
Darkness covers the sands as the sun moves on.
Then night -
The stars shine brightly in the velvet of the sky
Like jewels. It freezes the sands.

[ Writing ] [ Home ]