Moroccan Exaltation
By Don Iannone

I exalt the sheer magical beauty
of this mysterious distant place,
wedged miraculously between
water, sky, sand, and rock,
New stars are born each night
in the pitch black Moroccan sky,
A strange, but indiscernibly rich
tapestry of sun-bleached colors stream
from under the soaring wings
of the petite Black-winged Kite, swooping
for her prey on the white hot desert floor,
Sky blue eyes open to ancient pastel possibilities,
born amidst the cosmic tensions arising
from head-on collisions of old and new,
light and dark, and all that lies between,
Only to die under the weight of mountains
of pungent camel dung, reminding us
the old still prevails in this world.