Weren't they heavy,
The feet that carried your
Young body across foreign
Desert soil that
Did not want you there?

Underneath all that weight -
The weight of all that
You were forced to carry,
Yours and theirs,
I imagine your footprints
Dragging in the sand,
Long since swept away
By the wind of
Many years.

But then I think,
They must still be heavy -
For it's been said
That what you swallow
Never goes away.
And though you
Deserted the desert,
It can never
Desert you.