Sahara found

I don't know how or why or even when or if . . .

or. . . or . . .

hollow rooms in expansive mansions that cover acres

sand dunes run east to west

and chase the sun across the blue that fades to white and black

rebirth again

stand on my shoulders for another view

or give me a piggy-back ride for a change

disguise me with an abayah and hejab or maybe a shemagh (look it up or forget it by the time you've read this line)

but never with pride or fury or shame or pain

don't look at what you'll never really see

time wasted goes unredeemed

not for me

do I know you? or is it only rumors

maybe I've seen you around

in memories and fantasies and faint inklings

that tickle my neck and race down my spine

laughter inside that dances in the wind

mysteries and curiosities

truth?

only boredom and solitude

mistaken intrigue

unclaimed baggage on a turnstyle in Morocco or was it that place in Spain?

sickness a nauseating pleasure that I seek

in the furthest reaches of eternity in me

I don't know how . . . or why . . .