light comes
into my world
and from my window
see the wet street
as Hasan readies
his Tekel
crates of bottled water
the potatoes, onions
racks of chips
line the outside
a morning routine
before he disappears inside
and what is left
hunched dog walkers
a feral cat asleep
on a window ledge
and a lone taxi
idling on the corner
of our lives
morning
morning in Moda this day in February
bacon eggs
a piece of toast
peel an orange
pour Baileys
in coffee
watch a cat
gingerly climb
the tree outside
and wait
for that moment
when peace descends
ah sunshine
ah sunshine
my arms ache
for your warmth
come fill me
sunshine
I am open
waiting for you
begins to fill
hear the call
to prayer
hear footsteps
on an empty street
the air sits still
the cat asleep
night turns slowly
into morning
and my heart
once empty
begins to fill
again
Saturday morning, Moda: waiting for the rain
thunder sounds
the cat’s ear perk
waiting for the rain
to come
to wash the heat
away
day begins
birds chatter
the shade bumps
against the window
the cat yawns
after morning prayer
day begins
in darkness
light tiptoes in
these old bones
there’s Bailey’s
in my coffee
the cat asleep
back there
on the bed
the sun peeking
through the haze
on the hills
beyond
and these old bones
almost feel peaceful
again
still at sea
another night
blends into
morning
sleep
elusive
dreams
disjointed
mind hovers
over water
so far
from land
still
at sea
still an hour away
water drips
through a filter
the aroma
of freshly brewed coffee
in the air
while I wait
for the sun
still an hour away
morning arrives
the sun rises
as drums beat
in the distance
morning arrives
Leonard Durso 