Wadi Rum

A fig tree in the desert learns to hide itself from the elements.
It shelters behind a rock, stretching its slender, unlikely branches over the sand.
It is budding now.
Perhaps when ripe, the fruit will go to a passing camel or its rider, or a tourist strolling through the granite outcroppings.
Or perhaps a hailstorm will pummel its fruit to the floor of the desert.
A hailstorm in the desert crashes like feedback through a massive sound system.
The landscape shatters.
The stones hold up bravely.
The grasses buckle down.
And we who jostle in the back of an off-road pickup with blankets on our heads laugh at the unmoved hills.

[Photograph of Wadi Rum desert]

Andy Oram
February 20, 2017

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