The Modern Nomad
5:29pm. Sunset. Marrakech.
In the wake of a dust land dreamscape, Of starry nights and Saharan skies.
We took our rucksacks from the backs
Of camels covered in sand.
Swapped silent dunes for throbbing souks, Ochre walls and mud brick citadels.
In a Labyrinth of winding streets, We were lost.
Here comes my adventure. Here comes Sunday.