Jerash

   
        
        Soft orange almost white
        limestone chiseled...

        Walk down an avenue of columns
        with curlicue crowns holding up the wide open sky.

        Lean over a wall and see a large mosaic floor
        creeping out of dust and earth.
        
        Trace the edges of crumbled walls,
        outlines of a structure:
        One of many contained in a city
        now pasture land
        for tourists and goats,
        who ever is nimble enough
        to find nourishment
        in this arid clime.
                                     

poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab