Of what, I wonder;

laden clouds

gather

above the dry earth,

an ocean of stones.

Shelter we built;

wind’s caprice

shatters

against rock walls,

granite labyrinths.

Walls flattened;

violent gales

throttle

flimsy mesh,

hopeful nets.

Beaten beneath;

malign gusts

shudder

from our lungs,

caches of despair.

Crushed silent;

fierce blasts

fracture

aluminum,

a delicate frame.

A thousand years pass;

wind’s sighs

glissade

gracefully off-stage,

our shelter.