Days of stone heart and emptiness
hang over the valley like a pall
until the artisan’s arrow of tranquility
pierces dreamtime, urges seekers
to climb out of the morass they created,
to carve hope from a sacred mountain,
to find time alone, to bathe in tears,
to cleave to unseen sources of joy
that flow beneath desert sand
from the brush of the artist.
Linked to dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night.