SKIES OVER CAIRO

At dawn
The ghostly
Call for prayer
Resonates
Throughout
Cairo's
Ancient
Graveyard
Stirring
A haunting
Yet heavenly
Song
That moves
The roosters
And doves
To
Tears.


The start of
A new day
Has begun
And the clouds
Humbly part way
For the majestic rays
Of the magnificent
Sun.


Yellows,

Reds and golds
Explode
Over the sedated horizon,
And a child's
Bold smearing of
Peaches, mangoes
And bleeding hibiscus
Kisses
A silhouette
Of minarets
From which

The Angels
Come out

To pour
Love into

The skies.

The children
Of the Pharaohs
Rise

And wash the sleep
From their eyes.
Then they synergize in line
And say thanks to the light.
Yes,
They say thanks to the light.

Then they sip their tea,
With some olives
And white cheese,
Before stepping out
To meet the humidity
Waiting from them

Outside.

Under
The blistering tableau
Above
The City line,
One can see
The fiery strokes
Of a blazing fire.
Its reflection
Is detected
In the eyes
And hearts
Of Egypt's natives,
When the
Hustling streets of Cairo
Are bustling
With greed,
Despair ,

And Desire.


SKIES OVER CAIRO by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 1994 - 2016. All rights reserved.

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