Rummaging at dusk along Dubai Creek.
“A crumb of cake would be a feast and last you seven days at least. A flea would be a frightening beast…” -Silverstein, One Inch Tall
In the shadow of very serious men.
“If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, and it would take about a month to get down to the store.” -Silverstein, One Inch Tall
I cross back and forth on the ferry, watching the brown skinned men paddle and dream of better days.
“A bit of fluff would be your bed, you’d swing upon a spider’s thread, and wear a thimble on your head…” -Silverstein, One Inch Tall
When I arrive on the shore, two men are quarreling. A ship merchant and the Chinese warehouse seller. The order is wrong and a crowd gathers to watch the two wrestle and curse one another in different tongues.
You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d have to hug her thumb.” -Silverstein, One Inch Tall
Both red faced and burnt in the fallen sun. Both in it up to their pink necks.