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Just feeling my way back into the saddle! :)) Thank you for all your birthday good wishes... wonderfully granted in full: it was hot! K xx

PUNTA PALOMA SAND DUNE


The stakes of me have gone,
the tent of me four sheets
to the wind.

In another country
so much sand shifts
in mountains of deep silence,

erasing all my borders;
rendering me a refugee,

native of nothing
but memory.

But I am not easily duped
into its all-sponging amnesia;
not so quickly lured into a
forgetfulness of self.

Its unstable wall’s south-facing,
its yellow suns an abacus
recording all my days;

its shifting ground’s
my future
swallowing
my past.

I may sink within
its caressing oblivion,
but forever sail onwards
through its rivers of light.