The Street of the Moon

Scarce fifty yards long is the Street of the Moon,
Thronged with the crowd ‘ere the heat of the noon.
Busy we are but once we are inside
Our steps slow down and our eyes open wide.
Time stands still and people slowly saunter,
Not pressing on but contented where they wander.
Yet all around the streets are full of hustle,
All full of noise and a lively bustle.
But here are dignity and unconcern in place,
All feeling equal in this narrow space.
Bright young ladies with their eager laughter
Engage their elders in a lively barter
For their charms to please the passer-by –
Their grace a reason for the trade they ply.
From a window Madeleine holds conversation
With a novice admirer who feels hesitation.
Those selling tobacco and drinks to quench thirst
Are many and pressing to serve of their best.
Street of the Moon, we leave with a void in the soul
But there is suffering too if we hear not your call;
Best pass again seeing what you can find,
Take courage, then leave and put right out of mind.

Joseph Matar