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Poem: This is the Time

San Joaquin Valley fields

This is the Time

A November sunset
in the San Joaquin Valley
is yellow as a fried egg.
The sheep in the fields,
the weather-stained barns,
the tractor-high cotton bales
in their glistening wraps
are yellow enough to eat.

In a moment the light fades
to a pale amber,
as if the sun had already set
then returned with an afterthought.

I’m thinking of a woman I met.
I’m thinking of the book I’ve yet to write.
People say, “When the time is right…”
But how long until I hit
the pale yellow afterthought
of my own life?
This is the time. The seasons are changing
and I have little left to lose.

Wael Abdelgawad
Fresno, California

Poem: Bring it In

"Bring it In" by Wael Abdelgawad Let’s bring it together.Everything moves in circles,everything whirls, but sometimesyou cut across the tideand find yourself in the lightof a strange sun. Bring it in.Smaller circles, far from the dinof the city, we meet:your breath and mine,warm and sweet,tighter, closer, moving in timeto the galaxy, earth, air,until we are the center, paired,and all turns in […] Continue reading →