Palms overhead sway,
nudged by the occasional breeze.
The chatter crescendoes
before dying down...
To make way for the call of prayer.
It called to its followers.
So calm...
So sincere...
People hunched over their tables.
Savouring delights that came on plates.
Wafting aromas,
mingle like the swirls on candy.
Drenching our senses...
As we immerse ourselves further
in such good company.
I looked at the eyes that surrounded me...
Only soft, kind gazes greeted back.
There are no shadows here...
No silhouettes...
Only faces I know
generous with their gift of glow.
A rising warmth
emanates from the pits within.
In this here circle,
no matter how motley,
I feel alive.
I'm drinking up to a stupor...
This lovely band of five.
