Bedouin Blues

Thirst not an impediment
in a crawl across the Sahara

eyes of stars

breakfast among the dunes
waves of sand
challenging our camels

their throaty calls, eager
for a race through the desert

shifting, wailing
ridges of windy nudges, streaking
across the terrain, a

dust storm spirals from
the sky, creates a stamping
on the ground

sun’s anvil.

© Richard L. Provencher