Desert

To speak intelligently of the desert,
you must speak of God;
its silence bespeaks His silence.

Jays and ravens are the two exceptions:
God’s own wise fools.

The wind is an instrument of madness;
it never quits
and the sand grinds everything
to size,
fat flesh to spirit.

It’s wind, not God, that you talk to.
You are on your own
inside the wind and the silence.

It can drive you mad.