daylight, fresh air, blue sky, stiff
breeze spanking flags of hair, she almost soars above
the sidewalks... people smile... those few she meets...
an unveiled Muslim waxing joyful in the San Francisco
sunshine, unabashed in her receptiveness to its welcome,
to its warmth, her senses reeling from this cheerful,
toasty inundation... oh, to breathe in odors,
fragrances, foul to redolent—inhale deeply—is to fill
the lungs with wondrous contradictions, contrasts,
life... The smells of lunchtime food from
restaurants mix with fumes from passing traffic to corroborate light needs dark as black needs white
as sweet needs sour as soft needs rough as loud needs
hushed; how cope sans opposites, flip-sides, foils? How
enduring? How delight without the prospect of dismay? And how
exult in liberation if never once confined?