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 blade
aware 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.
Aah Cairo is a place I would love to visit someday. Lovely piece of writing as always. You know often as the plane is on the runway, it manages to invoke such strong feelings within me.. I've been blessed to have been able to travel to a number of countries, each place special in it's own right.
ReplyDeleteThat is so true about each place being special in its own right! Absolutely nailed it, Sabeeha. And Cairo is just magnificent, both to visit and to live in, definitely a must-see city.
DeleteAll the unknown fears of flying and the mysterious good feeling that springs suddenly due to the adventure of traveling. I feel Cairo is a cool mystery.
ReplyDeleteA riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma. In the pleasantest way possible. Thanks for being here.
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