When the hazy purple dusk turns black
The shape of dunes on the horizon
Melts away into the Milky Way
Which stares at us with ancient eyes
A thousand million voices whispering
You can hear the echoes of ancient drums
The crackling fire casting dancing shadows
against rocks
Smell the smoke of barbecue and incense
Hear the voices of the ancestors
Who tell the stories of the land
with passion and fervor
The great legends of the animal spirits
As they paint with ochre and ash
Thousands of years ago
Yet far beyond the ancestors of man
Beyond this land, beyond this planet
Lies a galaxy of stars by the billions
Unfathomable
And galaxies by the billions
Immeasurable
And you realize how small you are
How insignificant your problems
You hear the quiet stillness
The endless expanse
Wrapping around you
Carrying you
Far far away
© 2023 Marieke de Koker
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