day 1

tip toeing 
to the 

tiny kitchen 

fresh toast 

heavy laden with 

copious amounts of 
butter

hot tea, 
the tag written 

in Arabic 

5:30 this morning,

awoken to the call 
to prayer 

the chants low and haunting

minors and augmented chords

slithering into 
one another 

air brand new 

sun 
hitting the wall with 

tear drop 
window openings 

it's quiet. 

alive.

-waking up, in United Arab Emirates, Al Ain