Rooftop Remedies
Here lies the quintessential Moroccan night.
Sky at midnight still faintly lit,
a cool breeze ruffles my sweater
and blows the smoke from my lips.
Sounds mix and collaborate:
Darija, music, cars, and bubbling hookah.
A casual crowding of lawn chairs
on the roof of this apartment
teenagers escaping stillness
finding satisfaction in relaxation
the allure of the drugs forbidden but abundant
bringing together friends and strangers
to embrace the spectacular normality,
rebellion and casual disregard for rules,
a staple of growing up and study abroad alike.
We say goodnight and good morning
through the apple-scented haze
and wave our worries away.