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.
Victoria Mosley 
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
>
I’ll think about it when I get a moment ………….thank you lovely x