… to go along with the above post … I was reading up on the Nile one day, which lead to Egypt and everything that goes along with the two,  and after envisioning one beautiful thing after the other—the river, its basin, the people, their history—I was compelled to write. I can’t remember the exact thoughts/ideas that sparked the process but it all came down to the belief that modern mankind originated in North Africa and how beautiful this notion truly is …

Of the Nile

Treat me as if your mother molded me
Of the delicate earth of the Nile
Into everything she ever was
And in the image of her ancestors
Everything they would want me to be
Warm as the Sahara
Strong as the cane
And soft as the cotton
Reaped and sowed
Of home’s sweet soil
Precious as a single raindrop
Fighting to not get lost
In the great Khamaseen
In the raging spiral of this world
Treat me as if I was birthed
Of the fertile banks of the Delta
Old Kingdom pharaohs’ blood
Etched through my veins
Painting pictures of greatness
Preserving stories of what was
As the pyramids graciously do
Feet mirror prints
Left in the Giza sand
By the once living dwellers
Of the Valley of the Kings
Treat me as if the New Kingdom
Began with and lived through us
For I am the Gift of the Nile
More so than the annual floods of past