Soon the herd will descend on the playa,

like wildebeests from the city.

Occasionally waylaid by crocodile popo and mechanical attrition.

Yet onward they march, relentless and thirsty,

to the promised land.

Dust Devils and Sun, and maybe sandstorms

coffee in Center Camp and Port-o-lets from Hell

Bikes, Bikes, Bikes, yet I walk

Angry Thunderdome and Peaceful Temple moments

Drunken revelry in the desert under peaceful skies

Incredible Art and  tourists in tutus

Dusty RVs and battered tents

Fire versus Sand

A carnival with a church in the desert