Souk

I followed the soul of my uncle
My footsteps echoed his
Through myriad hues
Which route to choose
All pathways lead to bliss

I followed the soul of my uncle
As lamps glowed overhead
Laced filigree
Swayed delicately
Containers of prayers unsaid

I followed the soul of my uncle
As hagglers reached their price
A lamp of old
In stories told
Will grant you wishes thrice

I followed the soul of my uncle
A sensory overload
The scent of spice
Mint tea with ice
Tanned leather, silk and gold

I followed the soul of my uncle
Through ancient passageways
Beneath the sounds
Here, can be found
The wisdom of old ways

I followed the soul of my uncle
And heard him whisper clear
Turn your back on strife
Your breath is the life
Hold close all you hold dear

Photo by Trudi Nicola, Marrakech, June 2026