the wind pushed the sand
into my eyes
and made it so i
couldn’t see
not you
not where i was going
i could hear footfalls
and glimpse the shadows of shapes
moving through a storm
that peeled off my skin
each grain a surgeon’s blade
when the wind stopped
my eyes were empty sockets
but i could see
and i was dry bones
but i could walk
and the sand
had submerged under a sea
of deepest green
and the ocean moaned
a single word
or was it a whisper
Words and Feathers 