THE PARCHED WELL

After the coolness from the flickering stars and intense full moon

The harsh sun shone over the barren lands of sand and stones

Segregated from the villages is an insignificant empty well

Only echoes are heard from the abandoned bare well

Above the sandstone, the frayed wooden barrel sways back and forth in the dusty wind

The Nomads in black & white garments pass by the deserted well who are blind

To the splendor and saga the water well may tell

A Nomad child tainted with sand and sweat tosses inside the shallow well, a pebble

So to listen to the gravel ground when the nugget smacks the dry rocks

Beyond the vastness of the murky horizon hides a desert fox

Desperate and thirsty, awaits for the Nomads carried on black horses to ride off

The famished fox dash towards the derelict well to rummage for food and scoff

Merely to unearth desert beetles, spiders and ants

Besides, traces of tepid water from a prickly pear cacti plant

The desert fox skirmishes away when a lone Nomad comes into sight

The lone Nomad despondent from the village plight

Of widespread droughts and waterless drawn-out nights

The lone Nomad kneels on the gritty sand and recites

A holy prayer to the heavens for an abundant rainfall

To fill up the dried shaft similar to a lush oasis as before.

 

Written and photo by Hadel S. Ma’ayeh, © Copyright 2015, All rights reserved.

 

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