Sand and Stone

2019-03-31

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