and after the initial
celebration
intoxication
over new beginnings
on this second day
after the mind has had
its “but, then…” moments
…
a vacuum
no… not a vacuum
a pinch… an owie
inside my heart
where home should be
home
not as in “house”
but as in “cairo”
the dust the smog
the jasmine the roses
the beautiful faces
of my sweet people
smiling
even when there is nothing
really
to smile about
...
cairo
like a tattoo
forever branded
not upon
but beneath
my skin
...
how to find comfort?
in which womb
do i seek the bliss
that is found only
in the amnion of home?
...
o my eternal mother
how i thirst for you!
