A far cry from the skyscrapered sky I call home these desert dunes stretch far and wide in hills and valleys that exude its solidness and its fluidity. A breeze blows, pushing the fabric of my shawl against my body. Making a tangle of my curls. And I wonder, not for the first time, if this is a new breeze, or an old one. One that has circled for time eternal. One that ever circles these stretches of endless red sand that surrounds me only now coming back around.
In the timelessness
Of the middle of nowhere
Winds blow everywhere
A not-so-gentle notice that I should not stand here long, the wind goads me, pushes me. It wraps tendrils of itself to anchor my feet, only to then shift around in drifts loosening my stance. I do not want to leave, yet I do not want to be here forever. I know these sands are very accepting of those who wish to stay, for sometimes the desert reveals the bones of those who have. And as large as I may be to some eyes, I am oh so small in this vastness.
For all that is seen
Much more is hidden away
In the sands of time
Watching as the setting sun makes magic of the sand turning it near indigo in the shadows of its deepest, furthest valleys. Shifting through purples, reds and oranges as the dune keeps the last vestiges of its natural color along the upper curves. This is the moment I was here for and I reveled in the majestic beauty of it. The camera in my hand should be attempting to capture this, but I can’t make myself lift it to place the viewfinder to my face. Knowing this moment for the gift it is, I want nothing to obstruct this view from my naked eyes. Reluctantly, heeding the radio call to come in, I put the camera away and get in the truck as I take one last look around. Above me the stars begin to appear for their slow travels across the crystalline night. I start to recognize constellations before only seen in a book and I know I’ve done right by the universe. Namaste.
Some sights in life
Must be seen to be believed
By no one but you
Thanks to Rajani (Thotpurge) hosting at dVerse I’m finally trying my hand at a haibun for Haibun Monday. With travel as a prompt, and my recent trip to Dubai as inspiration, I’m enjoying a moment in a desert.
Beautiful poetic prose, raivenne. I like how you focused on the contrast between the city and the desert.
Very nicely done Raivenne… I love the desert too so am in perfect tune with your haibun. Absolutely agree..the camera often seems to come in the way of the experience. Thanks so much for participating.
Love this mental dance between the canvas painted by city and desert. The wee images are my favorites (the tangled hair, the bones in the sand…).
Brings to mind memories of my trip to White Sands, NM…the blue shadows on the dunes at sunset are truly mesmerizing.
This is so beautiful. The desert and the city, the contrast and appearing stars, I so like the thought of winds, being ancient or new.
Quite a journey, by the sound of it! You created a very atmospheric piece.
“Knowing this moment for the gift it is” the questions and reflections throughout this entire post are wonderful.
I love your title and it certainly is appropriate for acknowledging the spirit within the desert that you share with us. Beautifully done, Raivenne.
What a beautiful and serene picture you painted in this haibun.
Words.. attempting.. travel to feeLinG..
FeelingS often trapped In words
that do feelings no justice
iN nuance Of aLL
oF Nature.. inside..
outside.. above.. so
below.. All ’round Free..