Ten-foot green shutters
Grace the street’s first floor balcony.
A wash line emptied each night
From the daily boy’s wear.
The 26th of July Street
Is a 35-mile long, 6-lane main drag
Which stretches in front of the sea.
Palm trees along the middle island rustle
As the traffic whizzes by.
The night air, filled with barbecue corn,
And salt sea freshness.
The trot of a horse drawn carriage
Break the clattery people and taxi horns.
The sun sets, the noises are now just a hum,
We sit upon the balcony, late into the night
Emptying all thoughts,
Finding lost souls,
Connecting a love of femininity,
Crying for our husband’s fates
Praising our children’s accomplishments,
Opening to each other heart’s desires,
Fusing to the end of time.
As the night grows into dawn,
And the sun rises
The fishermen in their boats
Silently begin their day
Rowing west, past the Sultan’s castle,
Through the harbor,
Published "The Rift" 1998