Long and Dusty Road

Ionah :the third part (Long and Dusty Road) Hands sinking into wet sand mouth full of salty kelp Head thumping from breath held to long Limbs weary from swimming in deep blue sea Smelling of fish and oceanic pulp Sun baked skin covered in salty sheen Tattered clothes flapping like flags Blown by heat filled air as I walked the road To the city of magnificence and wealth. I stood a while watching the gates Open and close as traders and merchants Came and went about their daily trade With no thought or care about their fate. A raggedy man was I as I stepped inside Would they listen and laugh or stone me dead Do they deserve this truth I bring Do I care if they worship and sing? A P MCINTYRE 2012.