I had a choice of three Bobs to haggle for (Arabs love to haggle)
One of which I do not remember and the other one ended with Dylan.
I made the right choice with Marley and we headed out to a nearby village
Bob and I.
I had things to do and Bob would see that I got there,
but it was a wasted trip that had us trekking back through the desert.
Annoyed and rushing to Dahab I may have missed it on my own.
I may have missed the purpose (the true purpose) of my trip
And yet Bob would see that I didn’t.
Sound echoed around us in a flowing rhythmic chant.
It was Man’s voice at its most sincere that halted Bob.
I rolled my eyes upward and with no lights the sky was too vivid to be real
I saw things I had always seen up there
and yet they were nothing I ever saw before
I never prompted Bob to go prone, but he did
And let me off.
We laid there together, my head against his side
looking up at sights discovered and listening to that enchanted prayer.
Bob seemed disinterested, but that was just his style.
Every decision at every crossroads had led me there to that perfect place and moment
in the middle of the desert
Where life’s mysteries grew and overwhelmed me
then subsided as I no longer tried to know the answers,
but rather grew to learn the questions.
In the loneliness of that desert gazing up at the stars
An eternity of time in but half a night was gained.
God, I miss Bob.
(note: image is from mnzoo.org)