Jordan

 

 

My body’s here

but my mind

 

is on the road

from Aqaba

 

lost in desert

land, where the

 

Jordan cuts

a fine line

 

across this

Promised Land:

 

Jordan from

Palestine

 

the same

blood brethren.

 

My body’s here

but my heart

 

is on Mount Nebo

a calm so deep

 

where Moses

sleeps,

 

remembering

his people.

 

Impression

in the breeze

 

of countless

prayer

 

still hovers.

 

My body’s here

but my spirit’s

 

high in Petra

a city where

 

the dead talk

in whispers,

 

5000 years

gone by, & still

 

their carvings

soar in

 

immortality.

 

My body’s

here

 

my soul

is in the desert

 

gazing at

the stars

 

wind eerie

in the Wadi

 

sand scaping

cheek,

 

I gallop

 

deep into

nothing;

 

In my dreams

I wander

 

Dragon Valley

toes deep

 

in sand

century.

 

 

 

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