Dubai Landing Drawn in from a cold dark height, and still capsuled in shallow sleep, we join the golden bird’s night vision, her nose camera putting us in the box seat. Speed now reduced to a televised package, we sink slowly into a new sun, the main runway filling the frame, with a massive blinking carpet, of unquestionable light. Tim Edwards   That Old Land Breeze On the edge of the desert, near the sea, I met you for the first time. You came in the hours before dawn, Seasoned with seeds and insects, Whistling your way through vents In…