at sunset,
the surrounding population,
witness a common occurence…
a small number of watchers,
randomly walk out into the sands.
their silhouettes on the crests of a dunes,
in the dying of the light.
measurement staff planted in the sand.
which an assortment of tools hang from.
kneeling,
hands raised making adjustments,
head lowered close to the surface,
to see what the measurements are written upon.
the motions repeated,
until their forms merge with the night.
worship, prayer… who knows,
but a smoke pot does keep the bugs away.