swaying and singing loudly
between the humps of my Camel Girl.
She is my joy, my companion, my help-mate.
I daily pamper her, and groom her
copper tone fur.
My body flows,
responsive to her lumbering movements.
I see all, from my perch on her rounded back.
The muffled jangling from the saddle bag
reveal bronze and silver utensils, and a
copper drinking cup.
In a special pouch are my
endeared feathers, stones, shells and
small worn-smooth wooden pieces.
For my symphonies with river and wind
I carry bells and derbeke.
I have taken great care in planning for my comfort,
and for welcomed guests on my journey:
blanket rolls, pillows, candles,
orange blossom water and gentle soaps,
herbs for soothing the organs.