A friend has sent me pictures of a holiday in Egypt

High on her decorated saddle
She parades across the desert.
Her camel bears her royal levity.

She picks up a pyramid
With two fingers
And bestows a kiss
On the Father of Dread.

The giant tombs concealed,
The buried sphinx uncovered;
Time and decay are spelled.

The sphinx is inscrutable.
She stands on the stones
And animates the desert
With the spirit of her presence.