Jordan

  My body’s herebut my mind is on the roadfrom Aqaba lost in desertland, where the Jordan cutsa fine line across thisPromised Land: Jordan fromPalestine the sameblood brethren. My body’s herebut my heart is on Mount Neboa calm so deep where Mosessleeps, rememberinghis people. Impressionin the breeze of countlessprayer still hovers. My body’s herebut my spirit’s high in Petraa city where the dead talkin whispers, 5000 yearsgone by, & still their carvingssoar in immortality. My body’shere my soulis in the desert gazing atthe stars wind eeriein the Wadi sand scapingcheek, I gallop deep intonothing; In my dreamsI wander Dragon Valleytoes deep in sandcentury.