Have come to see

The dunes,

Not you;

Their business

Is not yours

Do not try to

Count or

Compare them, or

Commit any

One to memory;

Accept that

None are alike

Station your body

In the wet sand,

Sentry beside the

Improvising stage;

Brace, then

Breathe in

Cadence with the

Stampeding wash

Brushing past you

On the beat, in

Rhythm set by a

Storm

Born somewhere you

Will never visit

Accept that

Their business

Is not yours;

Accept that

None are alike;

Accept that

You will be moved,

Pushed or drawn

Until you

Receive as the

Water

Receives you,

Your body,

Offering your

Set stubborn

Feet, your

Hips, back,

Heart and

Face, to the

Irresistible baptism

Of change

June 26, 2025

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