In the crowd of people

Huddled around each other

The tents in the back hover over them

Keeping the hot sun off of their backs

Still, sweat clings to everyone

As they sway, and jump up and down

Reaching to the sky as if God were to come down and grab their hands

These people are men

Women apparently are not allowed

Or maybe it is something women aren’t interested in

The men are trying to get attention like a child with no friends

They are desperate to be seen, or to be heard

They have a tired energetic look on their faces

Like someone who has been up since the night before, getting no rest

The men continue this on, and on again until the last man is standing.