Azzan is sounding in alleyways tonight
resounding through crooked streets

and empty fields of sand tonight
picking the lock, stepping inside

climbing the staircase tonight
listening outside my bedroom.

The door creaks open tonight
azzan walks softly to the window

looks down over date palms tonight
soaking their feet in the fala’az

lying beneath the sky tonight
snoring into the moonlight.

Azzan is crawling and wailing tonight
in the darkened squares and cafés.

I hear the call-to-prayer tonight
moaning and rousing me from sleep

guiding me down the staircase and
through the empty streets tonight.