on my way to Jeddah, i saw a man
step down from his lorry
put his knees to the earth and bow;
i am not proficient at reading the stars
& i don’t know where North is
but there was something about the devotion of
a man shadowed by his lorry
knowing his cardinals and touching his forehead
to the earth that reassured me;
i too, will always know where God is.