Reading the Signs

In the space of a few short days we have gone
from reading road signs like this

in places like this

to somewhere the road signs said this

on streets like this.

And then we woke up where street signs have squiggles on them.

I don't think they say anything about baby ducks or concordes.

It was as different as you could imagine,
a hazy heat that defies words
and architecture and people that
were beautiful to my unfamiliar eye.

And then very late that night in Dubai,
a fountain light show to bring our crazy week of
geographical contrast to a surreal and stunning end.

And then home.

To our own haven space,
where we are pausing and blinking to remember
where in the world we are.