Heat

The night is coming,
The light is fading,
Away, my dear sun
please stay.

No prince of darkness,
but in a mess,
middle of excess,
wilderness, and bitterness,
Fes and Meknes,
Marakesh, Morocco,
Volkswagen Scirocco,
Going through the desert
at maximum speed,
There is no need
to be anywhere else
then here and now.

I know, I know,
You reap what you sow,
I keep saying that
again and again,
women and men,
I count to ten
and I breathe.