Inside the Sandstorm

Trying to keep an open mind
Or at least a clear one.
I see you everywhere.
It’s like a curse that follows
Until we’re not busy
Then it comes creeping
with the power to make me lose
Water from my eyes.
Aches in my bones,
like a mental arthritis.
You just keep calling
With all those dark treetops
And faded sunsets
And frogs singing
And boats boating
And lazy Sundays
Licking ice cream
and buying useless lawn chairs.
It always comes creeping
Just when I start to forget
I’m still inside the sandstorm
With or without you.

M.