Poetry About Jordan

Amman climbs its pale hills in stairs, traffic, bread, and evening light. At Petra, a narrow passage opens suddenly onto carved rose stone. Wadi Rum keeps red distance beneath an enormous field of stars. The Jordan River carries sacred memory through a pressured landscape. Salt gathers white at the edge of the shrinking Dead Sea. Coffee offered to a guest turns welcome into a practiced art.

Wadi Rum keeps red distance beneath an enormous field of stars. Roman columns, refugee neighborhoods, offices, and markets share the day. Water is counted carefully in homes, farms, policy, and prayer. History draws travelers, while present lives do the daily building. Desert is not emptiness to those who know its routes and weather. Jordan holds antiquity and tomorrow within the same crowded hills.

Amman climbs its pale hills in stairs, traffic, bread, and evening light. Salt gathers white at the edge of the shrinking Dead Sea. Coffee offered to a guest turns welcome into a practiced art. History draws travelers, while present lives do the daily building. Sunset warms the limestone city before the call to prayer. Jordan holds antiquity and tomorrow within the same crowded hills.