the sailing stones sailed,
as clouds looked down,
following the sand trail,
on racetrack playa.
the slow rocks traced,
lines on mud cracked polygons,
and the wind teased the clouds.
the sailing stones sailed,
on the basins slippery clay,
one cloud holds the grandstand,
as the milky way rises from the crater.
casting the universe’s glowing light,
the cloud watches on,
holding to the valley of deaths bedrock.
after the rain, the wind could not refuse.
once lined up parallel,
the sailing stones sailed.
then with a smirk, the cloud full floated on.
all alone under the stars,
the lonely stones stopped floating,
waiting for the sun to see,
who won the slow race.
settling in the sand slowly waiting until,
the sailing stones sail again.
