desert
is a disgraced embassy of the sun
a depository of mirages
an embodiment of an ancient dream of hills
rocking like the sea

at night each of the visible stars
chooses for itself a grain of sand
and throws it from sunray to sunray saying
this one is mine

invisible stars stir in invisible height
pleading to the visible stars –
go away
we can't see a thing
we want to throw our own grain of sand

during the day all the grains are in the embrace of the sun
which feels equal only to the desert

not to the sea
which is too absorbed with itself

for the wise the desert
is not only a place
where there's something to think about

it's a space for thoughts about that
which is worth
imagining