Creek Running North

An endlessness of sand. A world of sand.
Crow lifts Crow’s foot off sun-hot sand, and lifts
the other. Long late light, a last and slanted
longing light, a sandy sun slides down
the slip-face, dune sidelong illuminated.
Wind lofts Crow’s wings, Crow lifted from the sea
of sand, bird borne from barchan, tilts a tip
of wing, then tumbles, topples in the lee
and sheltered slip-face side. A feather-flick
and righted Crow arises, risible,
lands on the crest again. Crow lifts Crow’s foot
off sun-hot sand, and lifts the other one.
Sand scatters, sunset wind. Aloft, Crow leaps,
at last, in late and slanted laughing light.