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Poetry
Walls of Fès
Walls built of clay,
the redness of earth tempered
by both heat and age:
color of strength,
prism of zeal,
history makes itself,
and of itself a city
of spirit and color and flesh,
an ardor against the encumbrance of walls,
a triumph against the heaviness of earth
and heart that can divide themselves in two.
Fès glows, brilliant before the sun’s brilliant eyes.
It speaks to the world through its walls.
It dazzles its own universe within.
It gleams, with a pride
that welcomes and warms,
and insulates.