HILLS IN THE DESERT

Wind whistles through bone

The flute of the long dead

Music from another time

When lost people danced here

Beside hearths now buried

Beneath the desert sand

I imagine I hear their voices

Their songs circling

Within my head

Melting my staid posture

I sway as if blown

By the whistling wind

But in truth, I dance

In this ancient space

#globalwindday