I want to record the breeze in the afternoon…
The last hour of light,
sitting in the entry -way,
shelling green hummus, eating them raw like peanuts,
passing the black coffee around in a pink thermos,
to half -fill tiny cups,
while small flocks of desert wrens,
fly away into the backyard.
The sky is changing right before our eyes;
that pink and blue baby hue and then, from down the hill,
the call to prayer comes wafting to our ears
like chanted incense.
June 20, 2018