wind untraceable footprints
furnishing
the face of the sand
like waves
snaking
by patient time
here I am resting
laying back on sand
head above my hands
contemplating how desert is
so luminous so radiant
here is nothing
tourism is naught
without winds blown
hither and thither
tracing a surface above
orange dune
though definitely changing
in a patience of time
its face remain
unfading
Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desert-safari-stopover/
