Art Crawl In Abu Dhabi Poem by Kewayne Wadley

We traveled,
Without a single word.
Left aborad, as all things that pass.
We were the only thing that furnished the space around us.

Without a single word.
We partook in sights that denounced us as things.
We soared as the clouds that journey through the sky.

We were the only things kept afloat.
An oasis in the desert of pillows where we rested our head.
Pleasant. Calm.
As we snorkeled into a deep sleep.

We partook in sights that denounced us as objects.
Faraway into the tourism which quinched our thirst.
As we never left our seat in the voyage of each other's eyes.

Without a single word.
We traveled.