yesterday we rolled along the coast
of the Arabian Sea
a gentle, creative day.
Sunkissed and wild haired
we stopped at a town called Assaylah.
Set up our mobile studios in dusty courtyards
and quiet streets,
to paint Omani doors.
Offscreen team scattered around.
A boy in a Ronaldo T-Shirt skips by.
Call tp prayer from a mini Mosque.
Some hidden women call from a darkened window.
Flatbed Toyota trucks amongst the goats.
Silver on the inside of crisp packets sparkle
like diamonds in the desert
February 16th, 2007 at 11:37 pm
love your poem - keep em coming!
February 17th, 2007 at 3:41 pm
A beautiful poem! Thank you.