Fajr in Bangkok

Fajr in Bangkok
by Kasia Clarke


God comes as a cat,
poking her head around
the neighbouring roof, 
the balcony’s potted blooms,
her presence unexpected
despite my hands brushing
blessing over my face and
my eyes awake for miracle.
When she comes, I almost miss her,
so focused I am on folding the rug,
her tiny tabby face, 
her purr, soft on the tiles,
echoing in the pale morning light
the murmur of the city
another heartbeat, another ameen. 




Kasia Clark is originally from Virginia and now lives in Brisbane, Australia, where she studies medicine and writes poetry. In her free time, she enjoys traveling with her husband. She is a practicing Muslim.