The Remembrance of Things 1990s

Sometimes, when
my memory wanders off to Jutland
into some house interior
of the 1990s
or a piece of clothing
from the same period
I shudder more
than when I think of crouching
in damp basements
during ferocious bombardments.

The Minarets

I grew up in a town‬
‪with a single mosque ‬
‪and the same voice always‬
‪called to prayer, but
in the Marrakesh medina‬
‪thick as it is with minarets,‬
‪you sometimes hear three
and four muezzins cry together‬
in a kind of dilapidated fugue,
‪and you notice
that some‬ of these men
‪are full of passionate music
‪while others pain your ears.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The Sand Man

Some nights ago
in the Moroccan desert
I saw a man stride
empty-handed
among the dunes
like Herzog’s penguin
with singular intent
and what looked like zero doubt
as to where he was
going.

Image © r2hox