Over white sand
of crumbled stone
fingers trace
the nebulous places
of nowhere and everywhere we’ve know
a fluid continuum marked
by striations
fading

under desert glow I wait

without motion
without pretenses
haunted by
those inescapable eddies
thick and twisted as sin
separation from the familiar
from the scent of moments past
and the fervent collision of gods with skin

words © malai carrara
photography © nausher banaji