Nightfall in the Souk

When - as the shadows lengthen and the light
  of day gives place to sodium, and I,
  for lack of purpose, walk towards the night,
  unmindful of the multitudes who ply
  their multifarious trades, who make, who mend,
  who dignify the evening, who collect
  to celebrate acquaintances, who lend
  and borrow, who regale me, who respect
  my solitude, who while away the hours
  in company, who dream, who merely sit -
the call to prayer from a hundred towers
commingles with the market's hubbub, it
intrudes on my somnambulance, where dwells
a recollection of Cathedral bells.

(the "next" paddle will take you to another poem by this author)