Muze's Zebiba

Sun and grey
trembling treetops
whirring cars
mint-scented
steam swirling
out of the turquoise 
teacup on the table
Mozart in the Morning

It is here that I feel it
flowing into my veins
seeping deep
in my tissues
sinews
stretching
filling
full

I run my thumb 
over the place
like a touchstone

a devout sign
a middle memory
a call to prayer

NaPoWriMo  Day 18

Zebiba - Muslim Prayer callus