And now, at dawn, I found the fog

  Slept thick on desert floor

Or on a sandy shore...

  Grasping a highway no more...

Though there was one

Back home it’s wintry snow

  Not here, just a watery gray mist...

Until the sun breaks through with a kiss

  As the haze fades from casting a sheet

I am reminded who God’s earth is awakened from sleep

A mere minute or two we see the bright day...

  fresh bathing of cool hot rays

When we pull the cover from the land

  there the warm weather glowing stand...

If I say, “Nothing to it,” if I sit down a glow

  And say, “Drive anyway, others know,”

Or do they?

Who hears me? And in what language...?

The desert floor waves like an ocean. And like an ocean

it is endless....

Now, a worker carries on with construction one steel
upon another steel rod...

Building one tall building in a sea of girded steel

  Built up from the desert floor

For me, another sand tale, just one more...

Copyright © 2008 by Myles Saulibio