In my sleep I gave my legs to the desert
Eyes closed I gave my fingers to the wadis
At first light I gave myself up to the dry winds and shifting sands
In this moment before I awake your body is the Nile to mine
to my thirsting wastes
In the quiet of this morning I find myself given
silent and still
My corpse stretched there beside the Nile
Lain on desert sands
I am transported in this quiet morning
Soon I am given to dust and sand
In the silence and stillness I am there
I feel my hands stretch and then they are lost
My fingers melt into the cliffs
Stretching, merging
entombed in rock
and my body dry, stone
hot
embraced by the cool swift Nile
your body so cool and clear
against my desert body
as I merge forever into the sands
it is contentment I feel
not loss
the aegis of these cliffs
as I irrevocably disappear
and breath too
just echoes now along the wadi walls
Stretched alongside your body the Nile
this my body of stone
fingers, legs, toes, waist encased in rock
dug and excavated
home to jackal and serpent
home to hidden tombs
to be silent
and to be still
through the ages
to be eroded by wind and rain
and to never leave a trace
this is where I was found in the morning
in my bed my ancient body
had become rock and sand
lapped by Nile
