A silky dust devours the miles ahead
Between the barely living and the dead
The thirsty sun sucks every dewy drop
Up from the bare-ribbed sand dunes’ barren crop
Yet strung across the shimmering mirage
A silent camel-beaded entourage
Comes bearing treasured spices, oils and balms
To green oases under shaded palms
Along these trails our history is told
As stories trade and mysteries unfold
Connecting East and West in common cause
And teaching from the book of Nature’s laws
— Wayne Visser