Mindful or Mind Full

As we’re not on the road yet I thought I’d open up our Poems section with an old one from our previous travels.  I wrote this way back in 2012, a few weeks after Jay and I got back from spending a month in Morocco.  It was the first time in Africa for either of us, and what an experience it was.   We’ve not been back since, but we’re really hoping we’ll be able to make the trip over from Spain once we set off in the motorhome later this year.   I have a feeling it’s going to be every bit as beautiful, frightening, life changing and exhilarating as it was the first time.  Maroc is many things, but one thing it’s not is a country that leaves you untouched.  Until then…

Mindful or Mindfull

Morocco slips away
in ordered traffic moving too fast
mindless trance
as blinkered as dusty donkeys
fast asleep with their heads to the wall
but lacking, their patience

Morocco slips away
in conversation
Trying to explain, the inexplicable
trying not to
To hold to a space beyond words
where life stirs and teems
welcoming home
the Prodigal Daughter

Morocco slips away
under the toes of Tuareg boys
following traiils of blue turban
through windowless medina maze
back – to the desert
It draws the veil, and sighs
Inshallah.

Sleeping donkey in the medina of Marrakech.

Sleeping donkey in the medina of Marrakech.

Door. Essaouria, Morocco.

Door. Essaouria, Morocco.

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2 Comments:

  1. Like both blogpost and poem. Can hear your voice when reading it 🙂

    • Thank you Nat. As a newbie to blog land it’s great to get a bit of positive feedback. Especially from an established blogger such as yourself. 🙂 x

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