Time lapse

 

My body’s here

but my mind

 

is on the road

to Aqaba,

 

lost in a

dust storm

 

where the Jordan

knife -cuts

 

across the Holy Land.

 

Jordan, Palestine,

same blood,

 

ground bone.

 

My body’s here

but my heart rests

 

at Mount Nebo,

 

time stood still

reversed the years

 

Moses & the Israelites,

countless prayers

 

have left impression

in the breeze,

 

sacred, emanation.

 

My body’s here

my spirit  stayed

 

in Petra, where

dead talk in

 

whispers;

 

their carvings

soar,  glow gold

 

at sunset.

 

My body’s here

my soul is in

 

the desert;

 

a ceiling of stars

wind howls in Wadi

 

& the sand smacks

my cheek

 

galloping deep

into nothingness.

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Time lapse

  1. Randy Lusk says:

    Beautiful poems and camera work recently. I recently saw for first time an Anne Carson “book” of poetry that was packaged as a gorgeous boxed collection of chapbooks…great idea. randy

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