Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Dusk in Dubai, Feeling One Inch Tall

 “If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school.  The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.”  -Silverstein, One Inch Tall

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.
“You’d run from people’s feet in fright, to move a pen would take all night, this poem took fourteen years to write…”  -Silverstein, One Inch Tall

 But I just walked away, to the edge of the creek were the boys catch fish with hook, string, and bare hands.  Watch the sun set.  Listen to the sea.

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