Sand Dune Camp

Wide emptiness.

Spaceless nothingness.


from millions of years

piled up high.

Mountains loom

but aren’t that steep.

Legs feel tired from hours of sand.

Spots of water in the dunes

crooked cottonwoods

and an owl.

Fire of juniper twigs

above a dry pond.

All opens up

then closes in.

I walked so far

to get right here.

Dry creek bed

The night wind—

“come over”

“come over”

“come over”


A shadow moves

sand plants

blown by wind

making circles

in the sand.

Or was it a hand

that drew them?

A shadow moves

amidst the dunes

Then merges into deep

dune sand.