Following Rousseau

 

 

I'm not sure this does follow Rousseau, but the idea came from his painting 'The Sleeping Gypsy', it's a revised version.

 

                                           The desert has no



throat

to crease the silence;

wing

to ruffle the air;

leg

to displace a sand grain. 

In the desert

I am

atom, planet;

as massive, as minute.