A Handful of Sand
Silence creeps along the road, wind
sweeps grains of sand into groups,
like expats trapped in a compound
attempting to sustain themselves.
Working together, eating, talking, sleeping,
engineers and teachers all present
to earn dollars abroad, then send them
to family, to educate offspring rarely seen.
But the days slide slowly into a small pile,
until they are on top of one another, each
seeming much the same, a truth emerging:
sand is bland, and the desert heat degenerative.