II-I-XI

Cairo and snow
broken bones to mend.
Confined and laid low
till my discontent ends.

This winter of white
and a Nile of blue.
My restless nights
and Al Jazeera too.

The news disturbs
the weather wears thin.
Stuck in this ‘burb
a wheelchair for kin.

The world news
with color and sound.
Through a flat-screen view
for a Promethean bound.

My winter is this
we ‘mortals are fools’.
Waiting for Isis
and Hercules tools.


Puma/MMXI