A Measure of Desolation: February 2005

Again and again    the landwind blows,
sending back the rain
to the house of the rain.

Seeking, seeking,    the heron goes
longlegged from creek
to thirsty creek.

They cry and cry,    the windblown crows
across the sky,
the bare clear sky.

From land to land    the dry wind blows
the thin dry sand
from the house of sand.