Deep in the Sand

The ground that shapes around my shoes

Disintegrates into fine gray dust 

That tans from the sun

And grabs at my ankles, taking me in.

The sand that molds around my shoes

blows into my face and fades away

Because the wind is too strong and

The surface is weak,

This ground is causing me to sink.

I walk where the pictures flash continuously

Where behind my eyes they sing to me,

The color of sky is my window, my screen

Where I can see your footsteps walk away from me,

carved into the ground, mud that won't wash away

They are all the cars that drive their own ways,

I walk where the wind is your fighting strong

But it's gone, all gone, and you blow away the marks I make.

My steps are deep, created in sand but the sun burns deep and your

breath is erasing.

Unknowingly...

So when my legs are strong and mark the earth with pride

I take another step

Looking behind

But you are the wind once fighting for me

Now you are the breath erasing the steps,

Unknowingly...                      

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The wind had no conscience. Erasing the path behind us. We must follow our natural desire of direction and hope we land in the right place. I like the ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote