Insha' Allah

It’s been years now

Since the cold-ish Sunday-ish mornings

I liked to

Wake early

Get into my sweats and slip out quietly

To the Khaled Corniche

Hot Caribou Mocha Blend in hand

Watch the water in the lagoon

Feel the cold breeze on my face, through my fingers

As I wrote the fresh crisp morning into my bookshop hardcover journal.

I can’t do that here.  

We’ve neither Corniche nor cold breeze.