What do I remember of the desert?
What do I remember of the desert?
I remember the grass fresh with morning dew
Was fed to the camels
Loaded bags like balloons were buckled between their humps
What do I remember of the desert?
I remember the dunes shoved from side to side
Monotonous as the rhythm of a bell
Our footprints were buried
Soon as appeared
What do I remember of the desert?
I remember the cold
Penetrating like a sharp sword
Carving every word
Of wind’s whisper into my bones
Sacks withered like petals
Swinging light in the roaring wind
What do I remember of the desert?
I remember the lash
And a horse racing out desperate
The saddest circle I’ve ever seen was sinking inevitably
Into the sand
Blood red
Now that years have passed I still wonder
Did he ever get out of that mirage?