20 May

There is the August heat to face,
when stepping out resembles
stepping in a slow roast,
sizzling searing
sand dust lies bone dry,
on parched land
and black robed women
drift through
heavy heat,
to market stalls
of spice and silk,
magenta, turquoise, gold,

There are the palm trees,
languishing on stark white sand,
the green sea
and a poignant past
of pearls and simple life.
And then there are
the high rise works of art
and worldly malls,
cool for ardent expats
searching for a taste of home.
There is ambivalence;
a deep and complex blend
of bounty and the beauty
of the call to prayer.
the ancient and the new,
and seeking for the true

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