Rainy morning hailing a cab my driver tells me he is Syrian asks permission to play music chanting calls me, listen, he says, it is from the Koran it is called the heart of God How many innocents have died in Syria I listen a cocoon away from rain or blare of horns find myself praying How many have died in Syria as innocents succumb we arrive he opens the door for me stands upright I shake his han

December 7, 2016