I am enjoying reliving my Egyptian experience

Aloft

The intermittent roaring flame

Urges us upward. To the east,

The emerging sun paints shadows:

Cairo, suggested in layers;

The Nile, suggested and unseen.

 

Slowly we rise into daylight,

Remembering seeing balloons

As one tranquil spot of color

Floating above the new day’s cares,

Ourselves a promise for others.

 

And still we rise, and rise, and rise,

Seeing the Valley of the Kings

As the ancients never saw it:

From above, in far perspective,

Pasteled, shrunken to a postcard.

 

Our wicker basket hangs in air,

Drifting; frequently in silence.

Words desert us, both among us

And within us, and we absorb,

And each one dreams forgotten dreams.

 

 

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