SAND-DUNES AND THEIR WAYS
Sand-Dunes & their Ways
I was day-dreaming about Sand-dunes
and their sly, purposeful, creeping ways,
as I stood in the shallows of Deadmans Beach
midst the swell and swirl of gently breaking waves.
“What does a Sand-dune want?” I wondered,
as I felt the small Sand-bar beneath me
restlessly shifting in the shallows.
Playful as an overgrown puppy,
first it quickly tries
to eat my feet, shlurping and shlupping
around the ankles, but I pull my feet free with a plop!
But then it soon gets bored and swiftly
sifts away to somewhere else,
chasing the other Sand-bars
down the length of the beach.
Sand-dunes are of course, Alive,
like Mist and Trees
and, like us,
pursue interests of their own.
Mostly, I decided
they just want to swallow things whole,
horde them like a miser in their hidden depths,
suck and strip the flesh from the bones
and leave them white and shiny.
Broken bottles they collect as well,
polish and sand the jagged shards
into smooth and subtle gemstones
aglow with mysterious fire.
Sometimes they will display
their Treasures in the Sun;
the whitened bones,
the old coins bearing
nameless, faceless kings,
the polished glass like jewels.
Coyly then the dunes
will show their prize,
like a shy child
offering you a gift,
half hidden in their hand.
The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,
President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc.,
and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism
and the Church of the Universe.