Sunday, January 15, 2012

Salt Water

A walking body of information
roaming freely throughout the red earth.
Its stare bleak, and in it imprinted pictures of death,
which seemed to be always too close to the chest.
Late lunches and heavy silences falling straight to the ground
from the body, the way concrete would fall,
but not breakable like a stone. 
Accumulated residue from weeks and months of 
The only pulsating light is still there, little life
that blows by like wind and shakes to the wind too,
on red sands.
If someone could capture the scene in a single take,
it would seem to be eternally in motion.
And beautifully so.