poetry, Trips, Uncategorized Dust in the Israeli Wind There’s a thin veneer of sand In this ancient land Of so many stones Reclaiming the country grain by grain I drive along Highway 6 Puffs of white dust Like smoke Hover above barren fields Aside a looming wall. I walk along slippery floors As if powdered It’s like I’m skating Without wheels. Even my sneakers have no grip. I push on my eyelids My contact lenses Are gritty at the end of day My eyes beg for release Blinking, scratching, dry. I try to sleep in the bedroom, Where I smell the parched earth Rather than see it It creeps into my dreams The blankets are ochre with it. Fine pale sands of the beaches Of the dunes Of the deserts Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Share the love:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by creativeaudrey A writer, a dreamer, a teacher at university and at heart, a counselor, coach, friend, mother, and wife. An American/Israeli living in the Netherlands since 2001. View all posts by creativeaudrey