There Is This:

wake sleep wake sleep. and in between: cook wash cook wash.
the nighttime tapping on the wall/the noisy greeks.

but what of the water tank on the roof. the dry tap. the cups of cold water poured over the head.

cumin. turmeric.
the amulet round the neck.

it sticks: like a sock on a wet foot.

and so we find ourselves here—on a wooden bench at the edge of the sea—a bird cooing—a motorboat—a transistor radio. wearing ten layers of sweat. the deep pit of samsara slowly exposed.