Far Away ~
In a distant land I travel…
new sounds, new smells, new vistas
to grab the eye…to capture the heart anew
Yet the sun is same, the heat, its glow,
The moon as it hangs like a bright bauble on a peg in the dark.
all its phases and it meanderings across the sky
This land, these people, these animals
they are not.
A new mystery, a new way of thinking to be discovered.
Yet the sand feels the same as I grab a fistful of it
and let it run on the wind.
There is an ancient history in it..
you can feel it in each grain that flies
through my fingers to be scattered
to the four corners.
Perhaps a grain will be captured on a thermal updraft,
and reach heights to carry it across the globe
To settle gently at your feet.
In silent company with you.
by Philip Wardlow 2015