We are high up in the sky
flying over the Sahara,
eating ice cream the color
of the sand below.
We are encapsulated from it.
We have transcended it.
We do not have to plod through
its extremes with chafed skin
and parched mouths while staring
at the endlessness ahead of us.
We know a journey of ease,
exempt from the experience
this desert has exacted
since the dawn of time.
Our deserts are different now.

Photograph by abdallahh, Wikimedia Commons.