The Shadows, Black

The shadows, dark, stretched across the desert sand,

Shadow-deep, shadow-thin,

Have the profundity of New York skyscrapers

Reaching toward blue.

A camel moves, pale against the large sun;

Feels the pulsing of the desert in his legs

Longs to curl up, puppy-like, beside a great tree:

He has known this life of winding caravans,

Of dark men shaded by white cloth.

The sand is grey now, the sun purely white,

The shadows black.

The camel drops his eyelids, trembles,

Remembering metal buildings soaked in rain,

The pounding of water on wide, dusty streets,

And he hears the tinkling of small bells echo over miles of sand

Made lovely by shadows.

About the Poem "The Shadows, Black"