A handful of sand sieves through fingers
each granule similar to the other and yet so dissimilar
coated with footprints unknown of camels and people,
concealing stories of eons
shifting witness to Beduin tribal wars and victories
textures of foreign rule
crudeness of explored oil and gas.
Slipping through other fingers
the waves sweating a few patches,
toes outlining them on the beach,
damp particles contrasting talcum sand,
slipping indoors
a cleaning reminder of the dusty sandstorms
boxing another storyline
Few Arab sands caught in the eye,
wiping and draining a moist tear on the cheek
brush to feel floating sand filamented with mine.
Each one of us just like the granule, alike yet so different.
Wonderful. Really excellent.
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