Dust devil dervishes

Follow the gazing hare

Running through the long grass

Running through the heather

Running through the in between where sky and water meet

Misty fingers creep across the land

Like the tide coming in, the ebb and flow

Like the heart of country lost in city grey

Rain follows, stilling the dust

Calming the dervish inside

Join with the hare

And in peaceful stillness

Watch the moon