Sand and Stone


how far I was from writing

when I traveled in landscapes of dust

and I thought these places have emerged

from sand and stone and will be

sand and stone again


how close I was to tell

that time disappeared, the hours

the days, the decades passed

through the scenes of lives

lived in villages

along the road


how distant I was

from these lives, the sand

the sun, the paths, the houses

and yet. I walked and recognized

the steps toward the field

the blue.


photo’s KH, Morocco January 2019