Where is the sea for your beaches,
Sahara?
You have enough beach
for every house on earth.
Enough mirage that no place
ever need be empty,
without a dream,
without astral shells to gather.
Nights so still you can shout
from one side of dawn to dusk.
So cold, sunrises shatter into jewels
of light.
You are a planetary world.
A palace of inconsolable ceilings,
shoals of sand,
a place where poems surrender
every syllable of their lines.
A journey through life on every dune.
A hall where the wind leaves its hands
imprinted on the bottom of the sky,
a sky that touches every stone,
while we leave footprints at its edge
and go no further,
awed before a citadel
big as a universe.