Part of
me cozies up into my bedding, beats at primal speed,
Exists, subsists,
ruminates, punctuates without a mark
As early morning Eid Ul-Fitri
rituals seep into the breeze
Ushering
one Season into the next.
Between
the thick of darkness and the hour of dawn
Is a
moment that escapes the onlooker.
Stepping
outside of me
People,
total strangers, meet
Exchange
greetings and do small talk,
Welcome
this stranger into the traditions of town
Explain
how local seafarers brought Shermula and Salty Fish dishes
Into the
day-to-day parlance of Sfax cuisine.
The
other part of me is now high on intercity coach station caffeine
Savors
the moment, cogitates it, locates self within it,
Tables
its equations and tackles its riddles
Captures
it as structure before another episode settles in.
I relish
both moments and think it neat
To seize
the strands of both ends by the hand
To
scaffold my existence
As one
side knuckles up into the other.
I feel rooted,
having found my bearings on this pedestal,
And being
on the cusp of something new.
Ali H.
Raddaoui-June 15, 2018
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