Desert poem

Returning from living six months in a small coastal desert town in Saudi Arabia, a roundabout outside London's Gatwick airport seemed like the Amazon jungle, so green, so lush. The emptiness of the desert was spiritual. A place to go mad. A place to feel the real size of the earth. The desert was also like most things, diverse and changing. Dunes, yes, but not Lawrence of Arabia dunes, but rock strewn, gravelly, stoney, rubbish strewn, pristine, with different colours, ugly and beautiful. We crave the sun. They crave the rain. We all crave the other.

 

to sit in tents and smoke and chat and drink endless tea

 

to break fast triggered by a distant call

 

to stand before the open land and know the breadth of sky

 

to measure the smallness of man in the emptiness

 

to see a shamal hang a pall of sand and smother the world

 

to see the desert drink a little rain shoot sprouts of green

 

to watch mile after mile of emptiness unroll

 

to see the edge of town in a road that ends

 

to open your door to scorched air

 

to watch the gecko flick its tail across the wall

 

to breathe the desert air sucked dry across a million dunes

 

is to reach the oasis of God’s infinite arm

 

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Arthur Gulumian 7 years ago from Pasadena, CA

Impressive work =]. Very enjoyable and your use to imagery is great. Glad I stopped by, welcome to Hubpages.


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brandonfan 7 years ago from Mid West

There is something so welcoming about loneliness. I think that it's because it asks for nothing back. This poem took me there hotspur. I'll go clean the sand out of my ears now!


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hotspur 7 years ago from England Author

Thanks for the comments! They are much appreciated. The thing with sand is there's always a grain that remains.


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MFB III 6 years ago from United States

Excellent chronicle of the wonder of the desert, I have two

tumbleweeds in my house that I brought home from a southwestern desert, they might be the only tumbleweeds in the northern part of my country, but I am fond of these itinerant travelers, so I put them in two clay pots with some sand to hold their restless souls and now I can enjoy a bit of the desert in the winter. ~~~MFB III


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hotspur 6 years ago from England Author

Hey a pot plant you can't kill through neglect! Thanks for comments glad you enjoyed the desert.

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