This is very interesting. I have never seen the desert in person, only stuff you see on tv and discovery channel and such. It must be something to see what you describe here. It sounds pretty cool to stop and write something in the sand and be able to read what others have written there. I imagine, like the poem says, the winds must blow and erase them all. Kind of like an etch-a-sketch...remember those? I had one when I was a kid and it always felt like I had an endless supply of paper haha! Very nice nature prose. You have provided some nice imagery here. Take care.
I have read both Fire Sky and this one, and I notice they are both about deserts. I see that you have an interest or affiliation with deserts. Sometimes I see nice desert pictures, but more often than not, I just see barren landscapes. I have written a poem called Windswept Desert of Shalimakar (look under my profile to read, if you would like), and in it I focus on how powerful the desert is against life, especially in a blinding sandstorm. I just would like to know, if it is alright with you, why do you like deserts so much? No offense at all, I would just like to know.
P.S. The more you take the more you leave behind...what are they?
This poem reminds me of how I felt as I was riding a bus across the plains from the west coast back to the east coast. It was like nothing was eternal in the desert and plains except memories and even they faded. Thanks for sharing this piece!