Sand Seeking

Stumbling, staggering
ever onwards on endless sand
an infinite stretching sea of sand
as far as the eye can see,
sand, always sand,
a detestable desert
where wearied walks
make little footprints
in the sand,
travellers seeking a hand
upon the desiccated sand
a hand in inspiration,
dried up and dried out
of ideas
no new pieces
so no new peace
upon the hot sand,
enough to drive anyone mad,
sand, sand, as far as the eye can see;
seek and ye shall find,
sand and signs
empty lands for empty minds
empty as a bowl,
dry, so very dry
and tired
but not tired enough to stop
- to sleep upon the sand
and make sand angels
as to sleep would be final
inviting death's cold hand,
instead onwards,
more shambling and staggering
upon the accursed sand,
up one dune
and down another
sands crests like waves
rising and falling as swells
while trudging grudgingly
towards no destination
with no real direction
until inspired
to stop
and jot down
in manic frenzy
sand sent sentences
with miraculous images
born in mirages
driven to distraction
where words will flow
forgetting the sand,
but until then
stumble on
step on
shuffle on sand
until inspiration is sent
and through will
weather
whatever comes
whether it is hot or not,
as it will come when the time is right
whether that is day or night
seek and ye shall find,
as you wither
beneath
the scorching sun
staggering across the sand
sent ever onwards in the search
for divine inspiration
to sate the thirst
and satisfy
the urge
for something
something special
enough to shake the earth
with such words,
until then
it is yet more sand
and shuffling
with suffering
as sand dunes shift
making shushed susurrations
sure to test patience
sorely,
as the sand stretches on
yet more of the same
stretching the sane
with such sand,
enough sand
to fill an ocean
or seal in any sea
with innumerable grains
of the sandy stuff,
all sustained
in order to gain some thought
and be inspired by the blank canvas
to create something, anything on the sand
and so end the shuffling marathon
before no more could be stood
of the constant sand,
with a head full of ideas
far from the land of sand
the sand having stirred something
and it thus emerges
having endured
the stumbling
and shuffling
on the sea of sand
the endless sand in sight.