And so the desert days stretch in the distance
all the way to where the sky stoops low
to meet earth.
Endless caravans of life.
bewitched by reflections
dancing on the water,
mirages that vanish when you
close your eyes –
and still, and still, I remain
in its thrall. The desert is empty
and full. The desert is life and death.
And magic. Beware of the jinns.