The Dervish and Devils of Dust seem to be courting this hot, dry evening. They gather their strength in numbers – at times becoming one large funnel – being created by one single becoming two and then sometimes more joining, swirling of devil and dervish, each of choking dust and sand of their own making.
Some blow straight up, full and tall; a bit Rubenesque. Others find themselves in the Bent and Narrow. Soon the push-pull dance between the Rubenesque and the Bent and Narrow begin. Full of unrequited validation, they blow themselves away from each other; but only so far as their respective breath can reach. And then…just out of breath’s reach, they turn toward one another and race back to whirl into the dervish they’d been before rubinesque and narrow even were. They were wind. FB