Thursday, September 13, 2012

Orange Juice in the Desert

(A celebration of the 50+ degree heat in Riyadh)

Orange Juice in the Desert
The sands have not spoken today
Though the winds have been scalding

Let me sink, very slowly, very quietly
While she sips orange juice and waits
That man on his haunches, with the Indigo turban
Watches, watches
He has seen death in the desert
But none like the still water
Of an Oasis

Come forward with your sword, O Taureg
And dispatch me
I may not sink, I may not stay afloat

She will glide away
A white ghost
Leaving a glass of orange juice
On the desert sands
Just beyond my reach