Looking Upon the Age-Old Sphinx Wondering
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I spent eleven years working with the Egyptian Navy in Alexandria, Egypt. This gave me ample opportunity to visit the Sphinx and pyramids at Giza on several occasions. Every time was as impressive and awe-inspiring as the previous and I never grew tired of gazing on the mighty Sphinx. I always got the feeling that he was looking right back at me. Hence, this poem.
For years I lingered in desert sands
Trying to understand the reason for my being.
Looking upon the age-old Sphinx, wondering
When, where, why and how was our beginning
Even made possible?
Sun-baked,
Together on bended knees we
Stared into the eternity of the sun
Rising like a giant orange
Gum
Drop
Over the River Nile and lands beyond.
For a few moments it felt good
To be so far gone. Lost
In the reverie of an ancient moment
Uncertain as to whom or what I am
But contentedly accepting the thought that
Like the Sphinx, reason is occasionally void of reason
Or so I understand.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2014
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