Sharjat

Night time is approaching .

The air is heavy with dust and oil;

The sun on its way down is dancing,

Spreading a delicate coatIng of rust over the hot soil.

The camels are standing shrouded in a. veil of haze, motionless,

Sharjat is still unbelievably bursting with unstoppable activity,

But my eyes fixed on the descending ball of fire, breathless,

I am unmovable, magnetised, by so much grace and beauty,

Elisabeth H.