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.
