The Nile.

The day is measured
by the rising and the setting
of the red hot sun…

A Dahabiya glides quietly
along the Nile…
the breeze catching its breath
in the large and rippling sails.

The river has come a long way
since rising in Burundi and flowing
through the ancient lands of Africa.

Beyond the fertile green
the desert burns.

Women are kept in check.
It is my duty to stare meekly
at the ground.
The Goddess Anuket
will keep me safe.

Packed in my Spanish Leather bag
I have a small pillow filled with rice.
I have my book….The History of the Nile.

I shall sleep well tonight,
with thoughts upon the Limestone Sphinx.
Another time….another life.

Kristine Byrne. 9th July. 2019