Maris O'Rourke
Egypt

Feral
yellow
lupins strangle
stones, run deep,
entwine roots, eat up sand.
Prowlers darkly explore no-man's land quick-sands
Shadows run across rock facades,
silent, bleak, stark
in trackless
unexplored
deserts.
Saharan
pebbles,
like unstrung
necklace beads, slake
our thirst. Tessellate cave entrances
of pale ecru throw secrets into deepening twilight.