Yesterday, I found this photo of when I was a 23 year old boy living in Cairo, Egypt — a lifetime ago, or around 24 years ago!
So, today’s post is dedicated to the Home I left begin, when I moved to the United States, over 15 years… Ah, Time!
I buried your face, someplace
by the side of the new road
so I would not trip over it
every morning or on evening strolls
still, I am helplessly drawn
to the scene of this crime
for fear of forgetting
the sum of your splendor
then, there’s also the rain
that loosens the soil
to reveal a bewitching feature
awash with emotion
an eye, perhaps tender or
a pale, becalmed cheek
a mouth, tight with reproach or
lips pursed in a deathless smile
other times you are inscrutable
worse, is when I seem to lose you
and pick at the earth like a scab
frantic, and faithful, like a dog.