The plane falls gently back on the runway
the last time it will wobble me home here
the landing’s been smooth, the people cheer.
I’m extra alert, I’ll be going away
again, no place for me in this city
too, bricks and roads spilled along the riverbank
the pointy sailboats, the scorching blue blank
almost-summer sky. The staunch dignity
underneath it. And the seething unrest
that I’ve seen blossom; all of this will fall
away, every time. Only hearts recall
what they take in and cling to, and lest
they forget, this red alertness, this bladeaware of its thrust as homecoming’s replayed.
I'm back in Cairo, but don't know for how long - we are being relocated back to the Gulf. The wedding went off well, the bride looked breath-takingly beautiful and a super time was had by self and whole family. Happy to have been there, and happy to be back at ye olde blogspot.