Gritty Travelers: This place will never be the same twice
The dunes drift along the horizon
stretched past the eyes’ reach
limitless shifting
the swell of a great wave
a slow, but not frozen sea of sand.
Always moving, the dunes
wait for visitors, for wind and time,
for the requisite momentum
to their constant state of travel.
A small piece of the dunes resides
in the fibers of my living room carpet.
The dunes often travel as stowaways.
They cling to clothes and sweaty skin,
catch on to shoelaces and water bottles.
Sometimes they travel by foot,
slipping into socks to settle
and crunch between toes.
Dunes travel by mouth
by a puff of air—
momentary fly by exhalation;
or wedged between teeth or under
the tongue, for long distance transit.
Many of these gritty travelers are discarded.
Stuck to a shirt or a damp bathing suit,
tossed in with the rest of the laundry
the granules are swept away with the wash,
settling in the bend of a pipe.
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