Sahara labyrinth
We walk snail and tortoise
And cool our burning feet with songs
We learnt by the fireside,
And at the bushy playground
And we frown at the lethal rays
Which have cast our bodies into shadows –
To form tireless donkeys
On a maze of dry sand dunes
We could only go on
By swallowing our saliva,
Because the rains are remote
And the view of a stream flows
– only through the mind.
Despite the silhouette of existence,
Our spirits are often nourished
As we turn heads to see scoops
In the web of our footprints:
Some are good.
