So this is how people live in tents with painted wood
that they undo and lift and shift in the new season -
stoves and chimneys and ropes and toothbrushes
and their horses and their children.
Playing the nomad,
we shoulder rucksacks and cameras and leave
the thin desert twigs to spring up behind us
and the wind to score footprints out of the sand
where we have been.
And where is it exactly that we have been?
A real nomad carries the Centre of the Earth Pole with her
so she’s always there.