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Desert Songs(2)

Lulled by light, long and low.
Warm winds, fled with birdsong.
Distant rises the muezzins’ heart,
A hive of bees, nectar-fed.
The sands lift to colour the air,
A wave of snakes, a river in time.

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Blink

BLINK

Days of endless sun.
Thought and purpose
Slowly lift, shimmer, evaporate.
Staring at white horizons.
Blink.
Dog pack saunters
From shade to shade
Sniffing flowerbeds.
Blink.
Sand took form,
An antlike persistence
In the angled walls,
Windowless, shadowed.
Blink.
Ink-slow waves
In a gelatinous evening.
The winding path,
A hum of far generators.
Blink.
A camel yawns,
A cat scratches.
Blink.
Palm trees
Practice the mudras
Of elegance,
Lifting and falling
In a rippled breeze.
Blink.
The turquoise sea –
A clear calm eye.
This trembling smile
Of shoreline.
Blink.
The low land, reluctant,
Drinks sweat and blood,
Who would be content
With only water and love
And a settling of peace
To bloom with wild and lonely greens
( a song of shade and a same old longing-
Moon and moonlight).
Blink.
The small birds flit
The fast small hawk.
A flash of feather alley-fast
And soaring minaret,
A calligraphy of vowels,
A calligraphy of gesture.
A moment threaded through the blue
And sunlit sand.
Blink.
A sudden upright green,
A wash of convinced colour –
Reward for winter rains.
Blink.
Blink.

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Desert Voices.

Violet sky.

A woman

Is the air,

Dancing.

Wind,

The audience.

A silent world.

A silent world.
Waiting
For the footprints
Of saints.

Dust and sand
Dancing in lines.

In the heat,
Shadows melt away
To nothing.

Shadows melt away
To nothing.
Birds hop
From tree to tree.
Cat sits still,
Rolls and stretches.

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Djinns for dinner

Sandstorm on Party Night, Kuwait City.

Uninvited, yet
They all came in, happy
And yelling
From the desert.

Djinns dressed
In sand and wind.
Dancing to their own
Songs –
Wild melodies,
Drones.
Dancers spinning
Skirts of dust,
Spinning round the mango trees,
Spinning orange blossoms
Off the bushes.

They stayed too long,
Loud and restless,
And when they chose to go,
Slowly,
One by one,
Their cries echoing
Down the hidden streets,
Nothing was left
Except their buffeted
Debris.

And for us earthbound,
Solid watchers,
only a sense of bewildered
frustration,mild
Irritation at the dusty
Silence,
The slippery surface
Of things.

The desertion of energy,
The everyday aftermath
Of the unexpected,
The return
Of time.

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