The Records of a Travel-Worn Dig-Bag III

In the absolute silence of mid-afternoon heat, back in the deep trench, alone; bent over a drawing board, carefully planning the remains of long-abandoned buildings.

How conveniently
this sweat drops on to mudbricks
straight as a plumb-bob!

[A brief explanation of the Records is here.]

The Records of a Travel-Worn Dig-Bag II

Arriving at the site, we establish our camp. On the mounds made by the ruins of buildings some four thousand years old, we erect canvass shelters.  Such are the fleeting homes we return to again and again in our scholarly migrations.

Owls below the moon --
fluttering white in the dark
our tents on old tells.

[A brief explanation for the Records of a Travel Worn Dig-Bag is here.]