Where did you go? Where we went was once a sea, but the sea was gone. Hulks of ships cast shadows on the sand. It’s these and the saxaul, dust, and the red sun.
The face of this, being. The radiance of this alarm.
The sea of before had fed surrounding towns: sturgeon, flounder, caviar. Now tourists come, for pictures. We are among them.
What matters more, the beginning or the end?
Sand blows. Moments sweep past us.
Now would be the time for a hawk overhead. There are none. We are the birds of prey, clipping our wings, the dream and death of flights of sons. The sun.
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A Giant Inland Sea is Now a Desert, And a Warning for Humanity, in The New York Times.
I’m stuck with the statement … what matters more, the beginning or the end? It’s a graceful place to sit and wonder.
Amaya, thank you, friend. : ) Good to sit with you.