Muazzin


I would always wake at four before
The dew.
God is great
Allahoo.

The deep blueness of the sky
Opened the pockets
Of mountain and soul
In my eyes.

My window faced beit jaala.
God is great
Allahoo.

I would always wake at four before
The dew.
The potent sound of the
Muazzin told of the dawn
Rising anew
Alahoo.

All was right with the world
With three more hours to sleep
Until after the dew
And again The day awoke in Hebrew.

October 30, 2004

Berkeley, California