Dreams that, decades later, back at my hotel in Fez,A bucket of cold water was suddenly poured on.I'd gone to the hammam, stripped, and lay on a patternOf sopping tiles that might have spelled God's will.Steam shrouded the attendant methodically soapingThe knots of disappointment he'd knuckled in my back.He paused.
The buckets were filled with warm water.
mnli hypothesis: The buckets were filled with warm water. premise: Dreams that, decades later, back at my hotel in Fez,A bucket of cold water was suddenly poured on.I'd gone to the hammam, stripped, and lay on a patternOf sopping tiles that might have spelled God's will.Steam shrouded the attendant methodically soapingThe knots of disappointment he'd knuckled in my back.He paused.