The sand, the wind and the water

The lizard hovers over the sandy expanse
the rest of us crawl like spilt milk across an endless table
What a distance, I ponder for each step is a crossroads

Barbed wire indicates the way
We turn our heads to see if there's a single guide to console us
As our hands meet the sharpness of the next step

And the humble swear that heaven is over the next hill
That illumination is not too far from our million predicaments
That nirvana is a stones throw from this fragility

Give them your ears
For lies based on love are sweet
Take your mind off the weather

Cutting out shapes and attaching wings and halos
naming angels like farm animals
crawling toward a paper mache God

You have just stopped for lunch
But there's no food when you don't move
There's only the room to make acquaintance with a man made creator

The sandy expanse remains unchanged without the wind
And like the wind after water you might find it right to be
For a stagnant pond breeds little else than water fleas.