Were storks here before the Berbers descended

from the hills, creating the ochre city

on the plain and sailing to Iberia –

or did the birds come to build their immense,

intricate nests because there were towers?


Flocks of satellite dishes point eastwards.

Beyond the Atlas Mountains, snow covered

deeply now, are the Sahara Desert

and the immemorial routes south to the green

and desperate countries of West Africa.


In the nearest mosque, the muezzin

(a youthful, mellifluous tenor)

sings the afternoon prayer – so close it sounds

as if he were beside us. A stork, nesting

on the minaret, opens it wings – its beak

like a prow – and rises surely into

the indifferent sky.




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  1. #1 by Ashen - January 26th, 2014 at 13:14

    Enchanted ochre city, yes, and today’s satellite dishes. I’ll try and post an image of such a view on your facebook entry.

  2. #2 by David Selzer - January 26th, 2014 at 17:07

    Thank you, Ashen – for the comment and the image on FB.

  3. #3 by arthur kemelman - January 27th, 2014 at 17:46

    A very nice poem, David. I particularly liked the contrasting imagery here.

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