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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