The Nubian Desert

My eyes focused, but in a state of lost
Clarity gained with each step I take
Not wandering, but wondering
Stoically pondering the unique reddish sand
What lies hidden beneath the shifting sands
Questions in my mind; everyone’s mind
Our journey just begun
Only peeking into the Nubian Desert
Senses on full awareness of the natural beauty
Each feature fills a volume of memory
Each stone has a story to tell
Here in the desert, mystery holds sway
And speculation is rampant and growing
Odd, how the natural stone rises
From a distance it speaks in whispers
Hills are mistaken for covered pyramids
Hundreds; perhaps thousands of elevated plateaus
Scattered without pattern or plan
None more distinct than the adjacent one
Each unique but somewhat the same
The allure of the Nubian desert grows
Stretching my senses to seek more and more
My eyes going as far as my sight gives focus
The shifting sands give rise to dust
Perhaps an illusion or another secret
Such as found in the ancient stone carvings
Glorious tales of ancient wonders
Mighty empire of the desert
Where bleakness is eternal
Somehow flourished in this unknown
Empty miles of randomness
Stones rising and falling again
And yet something rose and stood
Something and then other things
The message both silent and clear
The Nubian desert is eternal
Desolate and dry but not dead
Scrub trees and a swallow abound
Soaring falcon overhead
The occasional path of greenery
Somehow life carries on
Despite the red winds
Frozen nights and burning days
Hyenas crying their nightly song
And more wondering
Pondering this amazing place
And this amazing place we call earth
Not specific, not under any control
And as the journey continues
The hours passing
Sand shifts from red to beige
Moisture in the air
Soon the basin of the Nile
And the abrupt shifting of thought
The red desert slowly fading
Until nearly forgotten
But the emptiness remains

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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