I wrote this poem two years ago, after returning from my third time sleeping under a blanket of stars in the Arabian desert. These dunes are called Sharqiya Sands, and they exist quietly yet powerfully in a country named Oman. The photo at the top of this page was taken right before I wrote this poem, actually :) You can see for yourself where the beetle went for lunch!
All of the memories I’ve made in those seemingly endless dunes are held close to my heart, and every time I reunite with the sands I feel inspired, cleansed, and vibrantly alive. Sitting atop a dune amongst an endless sea of sand, I wrote this poem about my kinship with this unique and mesmerizing environment. I hope you can take with you a little piece of what I feel when I’m there!
Desert, my dear friend
and silent sister of the ocean,
how do you imitate your
salty wet sibling so
I shriek with delight upon beholding
but for the shimmering dust trail that's lifted
and carried away by the wind
before my eyes.
I watch as Wind,
the invisible artist
carefully carves your powdery face
Stillness and Silence are always the
guests of honour here, while
Sun, Moon, Beetle and Camel
are regular attendees
The Moon’s radiant smile
is contagious here, Desert.
She grins as she peeks over the
dark side of your dunes and
spills light into my pores
I thank her for the tapestry of stars
she has so elegantly woven as a
it is the Sun’s turn to play again.
In the Sun’s glow I gleefully
trace the patterns in your skin,
which holds no secrets.
I learn where the beetle went for lunch
and how deeply the camel’s padded hooves
imprint upon your curved shoulders.
I let you lovingly fold your
immeasurable sand over my dusty feet,
while you carry stories of
frankincense through my soul,
as you have for centuries.
I recall a time
when you were an Ocean.
and before that,
you were Stardust with me.
We laughed together as
we were jostled around in The Great Hand’s
purple cloth sack of Everything,
in a delirious fit of joy
he grabbed heaping handfuls of waves, stars, dirt
then scattered us along the
tides of existence.
I am here with you again, Desert.
We both look different now
I recognize you
and you just winked at me.