On The Write Path

Glitter (postcard from Dubai)

Glitter

All that glitters isn't gold; diamonds sparkle. In the souq it's buy and sell
or perish. All bearers of dirhams or euros or dollars are welcome.
Even back alley cats know this. They meow and deign to be petted.
One can be poor in a country that shares.
Men walk by, casual or formal, western or eastern, old and young.
Women stroll in black or black with glitter. The Indians and Africans
burst forth in color upon color. Dubai is a feast for the eyes.
The world shops here, works here, eats here. I eat cashew cookies
from Oman, feta from Egypt, Phillipine crackers. I drown it with rose milk,
cardamom milk, water from the tap. I could die of thirst in this desert.
But even without money I wouldn't starve here.

         a black dress glitters,
         hides gold

© Kåre Enga 22.april.2015

Note: earlier version was written on a post card sent from Dubai to Gary McPike.

NB: earlier version: All that glitters isn't gold; diamonds sparkle. In the souq it's buy and sell or perish. All bearers of dirhams or euros or dollars are welcome. Even the cats of the back alleys know this. They meow and deign to be petted. One can be poor in a country that shares. Men walk by, casual or formal, western or eastern, old and young. Women stroll in black or black with glitter. The Indians and Africans burst forth in color upon color. Dubai is a feast for the eyes. The world shops here, works here, eats here. I eat cashew cookies from Oman, crackers from Phillipines, feta from Egypt. I drown it with rose milk, cardamom milk, water from the tap. I won't starve here.