VISITING AN ALEXANDRINE MOSQUE

 

We leave our shoes,
tiptoe over rugs in silence,
wife among women,
myself among reclining
men who read or sleep or
think or merely be.

It's cavernous, this dome,
and fully carved, the chandelier
must weigh some tons.

Some thousand marvels
yet this ease, this hanging
around in time

eye of the city
calm
unblinking

a faceted jewel

to circumflect inside
 

It's hard to put on
shoes again

this treading to busy streets,
vendors and vended,

horns shrieking

this calm to veiling
memory

                   -- David Radavich

 


 

 


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