VOYAGE TO MONGOLIA

A breakfast of yogurt, honey and tea
On colorful carpets in a stylish yurt.
Yesterday, clouds from a window seat;
But today the gorgeous Gobi Desert
Where wild camels are known to be.

Feeling the wind of Asia in the open jeep
Cooled from the far Himalayan peaks,
We hear the honking calls of the pack
Rising on the dune in single file, gliding
On the silken sands and leaving tracks
At the edge of a white misted sky.

For this is the moment of my disbelief!
At last I can sleep inside my dreams-
O how we schemed and saved for years
To take this photograph to frame, to share..

"Then a phone makes its discourteous sound;
Obediently the coffee table book
Is lifted off my knees
And rested flatly on the ground.
I use my glasses to save the place,
Not needed on my changing face."