Thinking
Thinking
Kasr Avenue was where the birds lived,
In a mud silo millet seeds flourished
All winter long and through the dry season
Laila was in my soul, also Majnoo’s madness.
I was a girl growing up and you, crossing the
Nile—yes a flat boat is all you had—
Came in, trousers wet and flapping,
Sat down with your back to me.
Hunayn ibn Ishaq - the great physician
Thought of the heart as the oven of the body.
In the Grand Hotel the waiters wear
Cummerbunds, always maroon, over tunics, white
I asked for a lemonade with crushed ice.
Majnoo lived with his goats in the desert north of here
On a mountain of sand, where the sky turns dark
The color of millet burnt in a stone oven.