Morning Prayer

In a poor Istanbul neighborhood, 
at the ground floor of our house, 
my great-grandmother says: 
It is time for morning prayer.

If you pray, she says, pure as a child
from this corner of the room, 
an angel will appear.

I am five years old closing my eyes. 
Allahü Ekber.

Essallamü alleyküm ve rahmetullah
I am fifty opening my eyes.

In Boston, Massachusetts, 
in a not so poor neighborhood 
at the top floor of our house 
praying my morning prayer.

From that corner of the room, 
my great-grandmother appears.