The Memory of Sand

She crosses minds and rents lockers
but never properly lives anywhere
because her nature is to be Arabia
and certain configurations subject
to wind, inherent lawlessness
and the seduction of the djinn.

And if her crossings are trackless
they do leave swamp gas in blasted eyes
and the fragrance of recent encampments
in a desert always threatening
the wells of verdant enterprise.
She is the memory of sand.