A Poem for Heidegger's Garden

I cannot see the wind
Just what it delivers:
Cities under sand,
The unraveling of every plan
And the fragments we are left with
To effortlessly connect.

We rebuild after the storm
As if the structures
Won't be compromised again
As if there was no message
In their being moved
Beyond "reclaim what you've earned"
Or "leave"—
But from all this we can feel
How sensuous the moment
Or how each piece gains a meaning
Or how hidden life reveals itself
In springing branches
And dancing, electric grass.

From the mouths of Gods
Saying nothing
But the way that hot and cold
Connect together—
But we endure it
What brings the seeds to life
And makes us nomads
On our planet,
Seeking truth in deserts,
Remembering how the first ones
Also blew away.