Windprint on the clear face soothes man’s mark
Mirror patterns of nature’s art.
We climb in order to survey
And at each brow
Another dune ascends
Nature mocks our miniature attempts.
Shapes of hip and cheek and brow
The endless line twixt sky and sand.
Mind and lungs expand
To meet the stretch of desert space
Ripples to land’s end.
Samantha Burns
Salalah
Oman
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