Downtown Amman

 
         
        Walking on the sidewalk,
        watching the orangey-red

        and yellow tiles alternating...

        Some squares are loose,
        my footing is still firm

        but a spell of clanking echoes

        as we make our way towards
        the narrow shops neatly
        crammed with goods.
        
        I feel like a coin tossed:

        What century  
        is falling all around
        encasing me

        with gold.

poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab