camel blues

(as) the first finger moves the string,

flash of light: hits blind the eye

the pupil dilates for a fraction of a second

sun leaves the frame for the vision

begging to be recognized, a wide horizon;

a bird, uncomfortable with the gaze, slowly flows away

from the far corner of the blotched frame

noone hears the rustle of his wings---

eager silence absorbs.

waiting for the second note and the

finger pulls!: a lazy cluster of clouds drop

their shadow first on the barn, then

touching his porch.

his hand reaches an unseen pocket

leading to the appearance - a tired cigarette

a crack rises above the reverbed clatter of the cacti

bluesmoke invades the frame with a prolonged gaze -

while the snaky rattle and hum rule

supreme like an eternal drop in time.

silence sweeps the scene with a dustbowl

then third time's pulled the string,

this time, more like a twang

a dog bark! following a rooster hoot!

the door of the house opens, tentatively: a woman

comes out meanwhile sushing an invisible infant

quietly.

and one last string, finally

heard, somewhat protesting

the lady gives in to the smile starting to pervade among her lips

one more bark: this time, more friendly;

smile lifts her arms to an embrace

one deep, last drag; a feeble fog

dispersed quickly.

oh, yes.

shrugged shoulder; blinked eye

running legs; a passionate cry

end of the blues

end of the wild