In Dubai (here used to be home)

(I wrote this while connecting on a flight from Dubai to Lagos, seemingly being nostalgic about the time I lived in the UAE)

the street still glitters in celestial whiteness of dishdashes,
as sky scrapes to wild human whims. at once wonder,
at once wayward to a cynic’s gaze

humanity still flocks into an eastern sprawl, like wildebeest.
at once a melee, at once a melange,
a rainbow nation of an orient kind 

dubai, still a fascinating cosmopolitan tryst,
desert politics romancing global commerce.
at once confounding, at once admirable.

happiness still sells for dirhams because
Arab money responds well to the decibels of luxury.
at once too-much, at once Y-O-L-O 

here used to be home.