Like the tribes of Israel crossing the desert,
I work in the sun in North Africa,
Baking on a sand dune.
Coming from the south,
A black cloud approaches,
It bellows, travels speedily, hugging the earth.
Is this a biblical tableau
Unfolding like a nightmare?
Within minutes it envelops me
And everything about me.
Droning, whistling and buzzing,
Millions of locusts eat anything edible.
The shield the earth from the sun
Much like an eclipse.
As children in Brooklyn, we caught
Innocent grasshoppers in empty lots.
But these were larger, relentlessly driven
By an invisible energy.
Soon, darkness turns into light.
The deluge rises, heads north.
Dazed, I return to my tasks
Working in a staging area,
Waiting for orders to go to the front.
Quiet falls upon the land,
Nothing left but metal and wood.
Mosaic of their Fantasy
In the village square of Orange,
Near Avignon, Algerian urchins
Play and sing at sunset.
Roman ruins as a background,
The light clear and warm,
The stage is set for the tableaux.
Hoe best to capture the colors
And seasoning of their young lives through my lens:
With a smile, I appoint Nazira the leader
And ask her to direct her
Playmates to play their roles
for my camera.
She takes easily to the part of a queen
Tending to her minions
Lateefa does her
Scarf dance with grace.
Joining in the fun, karim stans
Proudly, ready to on the world.
Adela dances as if she
Were performing on the banks