To ride a camel
is to smile and nod
at the bedecked Bedouin
and his equally bedecked beast:
You signal with a coin
and he signals with a stick
and the great beast bends his knees backwards
settling to the ground in a most unsettling way.
You reach up with your leg
over the camel's steep back,
and hurl yourself astride-
Hold on, eyes blaring and nose blinking
as the mountainous beast lunges forward
then back
and up
and all at once and you are higher
than any head
and your heart is pounding
pounding pounding
from the unexpected shift
that seemed more like a spill-
And what's most frightening
is knowing that getting down
will be exceptionally more disconcerting.
poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab
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