The low voices rise and fall
as they divide up
heaven, shadows, grains of sand.
-Tomas Tranströmer from the poem Solitude (from Swedish, trans. Robert Bly)
Sand is crushed mountains and the ashes of everything that has
existed.
The sand dunes cross hot countries like stripes of fire.
Sand covers the planets. Moonbeams are reflections in sand.
Sand is the last thing on earth.
Time sleeping.
— Rolf Jacobsen from the poem Sand; from Norwegian trans. Roger Greenwald
Images: a place near Three Corners, the what-is-now convergence of Oregon, California, Nevada. Photos Douglas Beauchamp May 2020
