Sand hates the wooden walkway
as it bisects dune from dune…
it waits for wind --
even the passage of people
breathes movement from the sand;
it cascades onto planks
smothers, compresses,
splinters wood until it consumes
all crevasses, each concentric ring,
each wood grain exchanged for sand grain
buried beneath conjoined dunes
grinding their point across,
across the wooden walkway
now buried beneath
in a pharaoh’s sarcophagus.