Stairways
Beneath a sky riddled with stars
Too hesitant to shine
Beneath roman ruins and an unhurried flag
Beneath the striking call of the muezzin
Who reminds us of who we are
We conquer this city with unbridled conversation
Wrap it delicately with makeshift words
From atop these grey and burdened stairs
Built way before our time
We breach the silence with diligence
As daylight fades from an Amman sky
And shadows find the contours and curves
Of every hill and valley
We watch
We listen
To car horns conducting a symphony of cacophony
And we imagine the voice of this city without them
We breach the silence with our persuasions
Beneath the concave cluster of stone homes
Beneath the bending trees
Beneath the nightingale's song
Beneath the cobblestone and asphalt
Beneath the purple skies and rolling clouds
Beneath the satellites and rooftops
Beneath the vanity of patrons
Beneath the neon green light of the minaret
Beneath the creeping darkness of nightfall
That waits for a summer Sun to be distracted
As it turns its attention to our staircase conversations
Breaching the silence
Until the cosmos descend
To listen

