Can I rejoice a mundane Saturday,
commenced with the sun showering the walls
the windows, and the plants? From far away,
beyond the lighthouse, I hear the bell tolls
And I don’t ask if it tolls for me
Because I know without knowing that all
the elements of this Saturday, albeit ordinary-
here and now, are young and beautiful.
I challenge the elevated form to celebrate
the morning breeze promising heat and trouble;
the lazy brunch shared with friends, freight with debate
about the philosophical implications of being humble.
Nothing seems inevitably meaningful
just another Saturday- with love it is full.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 