Sand And Water

Sand And Water
© Surazeus
2018 04 06

"We are star atoms singing in the void,"
she says to me while we are driving nowhere
on some highway sea to shining sea
to read our poems in museum of dreams.

"Though we are compositions of hot atoms,
other people perceive the idea of us
their brains design when they unsee our mask,"
I reply while driving toward mountain range
where my ancestors herded short-horn cows
for three thousand years while the warrior kings
fought over who sits in the tower of stone
and drinks the milk of the grass and the stars.

"The glowing sun shoots swirls of pulsing atoms
that spiral tight into our spinning globe,
and splash from its surface in froth of plants
and quadrupeds with eyes that drink in light
and weave perceptions into neural networks
that resemble clusters of galaxies
so our brains generate virtual world model
that reflects the universe we perceive."
She smiles as we walk desert mountain trail
where hot wind swirls around cacti and snakes.

"So much of the surface of our huge globe
is desolate waste land where few plants can grow,
so I want to build vast network of pipes
which distribute water to every valley
that would nourish human communities,"
I ponder, laying long sticks on the gold sand
to demonstrate project I want to lead.
"I will build paradise from this waste land."

"All the strange complicated organisms,"
she whispers, dipping her hands in the sand,
"that thrive on this world spring from elements
of sand and water clumping into bodies
who wake from the dream of light in the void
and see our faces in their particles."

I watch the moon blow wind through her great heart
to sing the spirit of her loving mind.

Leaving the desert to indifferent wind,
we drive on to the museum of dreams
where we recite poems about sand and water.