Tracks

A desert tends to hold its bones
More visibly, near the surface.

If you’re going to call someone dry,
Unemotional, a desert

Of feeling, you might think on this.
It’s amazing what floods sweep off,

What luxurious woods obscure.
You need advanced technology

To see below the canopy,
And who even knows what oceans

Have gobbled up millenniums.
The desert has an ugly face,

Craggy, scrubbish, barren aspect,
But you can see what’s happened here.