Poetry For Everyday People

Here In Poetry's Nile

Walking by the Nile
as a child left me
magic in my past,
the Pyramids seeded
my imagination with
architecture, art,
pride, a sense of
history,

old poetry hunts
the Nile, you can
hear ghosts whisper
at night, cotton fields
like snow under the moon,
camels tired of man,

Egypt is as far away
as I am to you,
yet
somehow we have figured
out a time machine.