Amman

I am not the first.
Sand stone worn smoothe
Many feet, many years
many stories
And storeys stacked by time
You rest in the sun
You blend into the hills
Your lifeblood from the mountains
Is a river of traffic and history
It is not the busy markets
Nor the mass fake nike
For even though your people rush
The desert rests
Speed-dating tourist locations
Is no way to see Amman.