The vast desert stretches before me.
It fills my vision from horizon to horizon.
Bronze-yellow undulating dunes
flow one into another as far as I can see.
By day the sun blazes down
and bakes the sand beneath my feet.
I feel its heat coming up through my shoes.
Each step clings to my leaden feet.
The wind stirs up the sand and flings it into my face,
stinking my cheeks and blinding my eyes.
This is a black and white world.
A world of grey.
All colour washed out by our sadness.
Faceless people walk grey streets,
each not acknowledging the other.
All looking in upon themselves.
Unseeing eyes turned inward.
The motorbike climbs the track road,
its headlight piercing the gathering gloom of approaching evening.
Winding its way through the long forgotten ramparts
of this hill fort it finds its way to the top.
A sunrise comes.
Its first rays light up my face.
A shadows domain overthrown.
A days work begun.
Its tentative warmth takes
away the chill of the night.
As I sit here, dew on my feet,
In the quiet or early morn,
I just want to sit and enjoy the warm caress
Of the dawn and the early sun.