Swirl Of Sands Afloat Poem by richard stanleybaker

Swirl Of Sands Afloat



listless
amid oceans
of swirling sands
am I found

neighbour to none
but lizards and desert beetles
adrift
on no island marooned
nor choired
by the bark and yowl
of sea riggings scream

an ancient seadog
afloat
on a waterless waste
lone, cold the moon

daybreak fierce
as a furnace
door suddenly opened

at dark
the sky meadows above
stars a million
float slowly round
allowing a sense of being
to this husk of a man
on the margin
of heavens and earth
on the cusp of death
yet fine, fearless

as sand hurricanes
sweep the horizon clean
he contemplates
the daily round

he smiles as the ‘ALL’ is revealed
it has been - all along -
his swaddling cloth of gold

cloth gilt cloth lit
with its own light

he evaporates

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