the fishing ships come in laden with buckets of fruits de mer and mermaid tails

sometimes you scan the horizon for your vanishing point and just dream

i saw muslims worrying their prayer beads, lips moving soundlessly. I saw talibaes begging with their tomato cans, mostly empty. i saw a porter carrying flats of eggs balanced impossibly atop his head. i saw women carrying babies; cats stealing chicken bones and i saw seagulls taking off with silver flashing fish. and i saw one man his arms were empty but he carried the weight of the whole world.

It is pre-dawn on a chill blue ocean and the mosque speakers come alive with a hiss and crackle and haunting call to prayer.

Allah hu Akbar.
Hayya ‘ala-l-falah, hayya ‘ala-l-falah.

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