My camel sways along in sullen grief,
round us the heat-haze shimmers like migraine.
At piccaninny daylight, clear but brief,
I saw for fifty miles across the plain.
Now, scarifying sun dissolves the link
between my aching body and my mind,
beset by heat, recurrent flies and stink.
my self, a speck of nothing, tries to find
in swirling, shining vortices of space,
escape from torment in infinity;
meeting with Newton, Einstien face to face
sees awesome concepts of eternity.
Then shock of midday halt. A shady tree.
From now, for life, that percept stays with me.
[from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]