Man on Sand

you wear 

the dignity of depth,

your gaze, 

a warm heat,


the mirage

of tumultuous life,

as you heft its weight,

Atlas of the moment.


while i

trace wistful circles,

ten digits

in the dust,

you brush

from my cheek.

and i resolve 

to meet 

your heart

in the oasis of Soul.


between worlds,

and lives,

and breaths,

we will curl the linear,

draw poles

to center,

and love


and potentialities

into existence,



in the midst 

of the mundane.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: Man on the Sand, Jan Autengruber, 1914

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