Waves of heavy rain
splatter against the window.
Low rumbles
of distant thunder
rattle my shuttered room.
A dusty ceiling fan
bathes my naked body
in waves
of humid air.
On the radio
the scratchy notes
of Master Lotfi’s tar
drag me back
to a time before counting.
Eyes closed,
I’m once again beneath
an ink-black sky
and crescent moon.
A campfire spits
and crackles as my beloved
dances on the sand.
Waves of heavy rain
have long since passed.
