A Riddle for Habibti
            -for Doaa, Gaza

My good morning sings 
good evening to your ear.
My sun uplifts my heart to hope.
Your sun draws your soul to reverie.
My shadow leans westward,
yours eastward, yet you
are Orient and I, Occident.
Does one sun illuminate us both?
If I search eastward, then, 
into my sun that rises,
and you search westward,
into your sun that sets,
do we see the same vital fire
that inspires both our worlds?
Are our worlds not two, then, 
but one?
Say I am there and you are here.
Say we both say, “I am there.”