We decided to take the bus this morning, a hundred Moroccans and me
From Moulay Idriss, one of the country's most holy cities
To Meknès
To Bab el-Khemis, the medina's western gate
We passed through olive orchards
By roadside agave and artichokes
By carob and cacti
It felt like rain
As we approached the city
The people standing in the aisle had to duck
Lest the police notice
The overcrowded bus
And as we went we listened
To the voice of the man on the radio
As he sang sacred verse
From the holy Koran
1 comment:
Over and over and over again my heart is so touched. By you. By your experience. By gratitude and the exquisite blessings of your journeys for you. And the ripples those blessings are sending out. Like to me.... From my heart, thank you, sweet Brian. Loving you... Mom
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