NOTE: This page is a daughter page of: Poems
I see desert, I see the blanket sky at night.
I see silhouettes engulfed in dust and the rays of spotlights.
I see shirtless men in dusk masks,
I see women in tight pants.
I hear the sounds of sweat deep beats.
I hear music that makes me want to dance.
I see a naked family existing a van,
Perhaps by new you have guessed exactly where I am.
If the desert and nudity were not a giveaway,
We are at the burning man.
There kicker, is the part that is not so great.
After hours of anticipation, as a beautiful sun sets late.
We are still in gridlock traffic,
We’re not even at the f*cking gate.
-- by Andrew Noske
Yes indeed, I wrote this poem in 2017 in traffic, waiting for my first Burning man experience to begin. Some people say the traffic is part of the experience. Hahaha.