Unwilling Traveler

How fond my memory of
days on the beach!
The bikinis
The laughter
Life before the disaster
The unhinged madness of surf
dragging me to the deep
only then to be drawn skyward
and buffeted about wickedly
Now I’m stuck atop a great
pyramid in the desert
Some place called Egypt
so the camels say
One lonely ass
transplanted
grain of sand

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

3 thoughts on “Unwilling Traveler”

  1. I have been obsessed of late with Giza – gobbling up all literature and documentaries regarding the timeline and hypotheses regarding the age of the area. Fascinating. The stuff for the wee-hours. —CC

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