Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


The Indigo Blue Nomads (Ode to the Tuaregs)


The dry wind
In this barren desert land
Unhinging the top layer of sand
Gushing across
To the foreheads of weary travelers
Bohemians on camel back
In their perpetual blue
Traversing the great wide open
Of this bleakest of land
Indigo-veiled nomads
In their courageous journeys
In the sand dunes of the Sahara

From within this boundless ocean of sand
Where sweat outflows turquoise wadis
Where camels outnumber men
Rises the triumphant human spirit
Of a troupe of pastoral nomads
Wrestling the forces of destiny

For tomorrow
May not be a certainty

But tomorrow is
Yet another audacious adventure

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 06, 2013

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