Sand dunes live
Like an apophthegm.
Grand simplicity,
Solemn, ancient-seeming.
Like ripples
On a stagnant pool
of summers time

And despite their seeming,
They change, as ripples do
Under many-voiced winds.
Gregarious and frantic
  Tearing the wise words
From each other until
They resemble anew
Ancient hills, unmovable.