By Kamelya Omayma Youssef
i have heard a call to prayer the
one muffled you hear your head on a pillow
the sleep still in your hands and eyes both clutching
something and the man’s voice spills into your window
something like sunlight easy like water and god shrills you
awake. wherever there is land without god, man makes god
or a bird perches on the point of a minaret and preens.
Kamelya Omayma Youssef is a poet and grad student based in Detroit, MI. Her poems have been published in Mizna, Dryland Lit, and here at Bird's Thumb, among others. Her ongoing work is mastering the art of being in multiple places at once.