THE DUNE

On the wide sand-dune
of ancient light
I found myself confused
without a sky or road.

The moribund North
had quenched its stars.
The shipwrecked skies
rippled slowly.

Through the sea of light
where do I go? Whom do I seek?
Here the reflection wails
of veiled moons.

Ay! Let my cool sliver
of solid timber
return me to my balcony
and my living birds!

The garden will follow
shifting its borders
on the rough back
of a grounded silence.