a post card
with secrets and tales
of ancient remains
out of sandstone
waterways carved
going along blindly
with the stream of thoughts ..
I am now
lost.
in what 20,000 Nabateans
have once left behind
here she comes
"are you looking for that man in a blue t-shirt?"
"yes" is my reply
surprised!
a hot day and many tourists
at the entrance,
a friend had bought a blue t-shirt
"he's inside that room" she points
"shoukran"
I want to buy
a postcard she is selling
but
"I have no cash"
her name was Raghda
we chat
exchanging memories
Raghda's brother comes
"go", she says, "these people
aren't foreigners, they are from here"
yes, we are from here ..
and she was as well - smart
doing her job
mastering the hot spring air
finding a way
through this maze of millennia
to serve dinner every day
she,
the lively face of the rose-red city
she,
the wonder of Petra .