Sand Journey

By Fred Ostrander

 

We adjusted the straps like beasts — stepped 
into the shin-deep sand 
winds slope the dunes mingling like cloth
color penetrating the dusk 
like a dye — distance — the mountain like a hymn. 

Wind days we cannot count 
beside me you glimmer and shadow recognition 
(the journey is double) our fingers through the wind. 

Circles of the sun focusing upon us like a lens 
the eyes redden — Later 
violent gestures falling upon the sand 
instinct — an animal — shadows the sand. 

Head into the wind an exodus 
end existence — begin dream 
a lost compass 
the delicate tremble and balance 
upon the north. 

Seated at the page 
it is solitary to reconstruct 
an infinity of what was omitted 
my love — the journal — discovered we 
cannot fabricate the dawn in my skull 
delicate and noetic as a gate. 


Fred Ostrander Since the publication of his book, The Hunchback and the Swan (Woolmer/Brotherson, 1978), Fred Ostrander has continued to write and serve as poetry editor of Blue Unicorn. His work has been published in literary magazines and reviews, including Drumvoices Revue, Eclipse, Hawaii Pacific Review, Hawaii Review, Nimrod, Permafrost, Poetry International, Porcupine, Rattle, The Texas Review, Willow Review, Wisconsin Review, and Zone 3, among others. Fred Ostrander was the featured poet in Volume XXII of Sulphur River Literary Review



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