Jumah Poem by Poet Keith Horton

Friday's come easier for me-
slowly, deliberately
and fond of my waiting

A cup of Bustelo,
a prayer at dawn,
the new morning, my intimate companion

I won't till the land today;
won't toil and scrape
for diamonds in concrete

or attend the meeting
about the meeting,
or have lunch with strangers

Today, when the stars fade
and the seam of dawn
splits on the horizon

I will be wrapped comfortably
in praise to the creator
of sun