We craned our necks to comprehend
The weaving of the cosmos, thick
Yet delicately infinite.
Our eyes swam through the milky way,
A winding river’s silver run
Horizon to horizon’s bend,
Inviting us to race along
And tempting, teasing, find its end.
Those planets, patterns, unknown skies,
And us: sprawled on the sand dune’s back.
Thus wrapped in deeply velvet night,
The grinding wheels of Time stood still
To cool their gears, to better gaze.
We brushed our teeth behind the tent —
As campfires spat their wild song,
Morocco drums dancing along —
However small and plain we are
We’ve lined our shoes with desert steps,
With constellations stirred our dreams,
Like sugar cubes into mint tea.