Three desert poems.
Desert Camp, Merzouga The Bedouin in you stirred at the sight of undulating dunes and camel caravans waiting to take their charges across the sands. The guttural sounds of a Semitic tongue drifted across the compound where you sat wondering whether this evening a voice might yet resound. You had come in search of something more than a swanky desert camp or a glimpse of one more sunset atop an ochre-coloured land. You hankered for a message from across the pale of time, a fragmentary image to reconnect the dotted lines. Sahara Nocturne If you come to the desert with longing the longing will pull you in for you carry deep within you the cold swooshing of the wind and the memory of distant soundings from an ancient threnody along with words once uttered which you never scribbled down doubting that you'd been chosen to return from whence it began if but for the briefest of moments before the desert turned longing to sand. Messengers Messengers who flash warnings of what the end of time portends, messengers who whisper cryptic lines of life's mysteries and the great beyond, messengers who ride off on a camel's back in search of a holy land, messengers who lose their footing in the dunes and cross sanity's fatal bounds.
by Philip Resnick