225: Around the Dune

I took a walk in the desert

for no other reason than to see

what the wind had shifted

and revealed in the night.

I covered my hair with a shawl.

I wandered

and felt the corns, little crystals,

cling to my feet, between my toes.

Around a dune, an abandoned wall

that may have held a house or a tower,

an outdoor toilet or a castle.

It's empty now, bricks stacked together

in a single line speckled with sand.

Towards the bottom, barely visible,

are scrawls in black coal:

'I was here'.

A memory.

Someone desperate to be remembered,

to have their existence acknowledged,

if only by three words.

I stand for a while to honour their wishes.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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