ARRIVAL

South first
I am in the desert
It is in the desert
That the Great Whirlwind pulls me up
Buffeting, bruising
Hurling me through
Waves of debris
I swim in debris
I am thrown through cactus
Through gravel, earth
The ruins of men and their works
I am buffeted
Until I can see no more
Nor less
Just an effervescing, multilingual chant
I am lifted
Through the heart of music
Until I float
Like misty sunlight
In misty sunlight
Floating at the crest of the wind
Wondering
At that zenith
How, in terror, I would descend