Ar-Rahman
There’s a moment so tiny it slips between the raindrops and clock-ticks as if it were a strand of silk hanging down or the…
EVERYONE’S GIVEN THEIR OWN SET OF EYES
Everyone’s given their own set of eyes
to see through
from the lake of the heart its mercury mirror
aslant slightly to tilt back God’s Light
which is what we see by that small
special glitter in the eyes visible to
other eyes and their actual illumination
by which we see the gliding black
red-beaked bird that lives in the
high Alps as it wheels in gray sky
looking for scraps or tourist handouts
and then over enormous distances in one
glance and that glance may not be
even physical nor this seeing at all be
completely physical as when the
Prophet saw the seventy thousand
veils of light and darkness at the
Ascension and saw out over Jerusalem and
remembered its layout later to prove his
supernatural visit there may Allah be pleased with him a
thousand times over
These little eyes of ours also like treasures not
enumerated in Ali Baba’s cave among the
rubies and topazes tumbling from its chests
these eyes of ours more precious by far than any jewel
seeing red flamingos on a green hillside with their
heads tucked underneath their wings
or glittering glints of light like a billion
flakes of other worlds on the surface of a
rushing cascade from a nearby mountain height
all things visual and all things supervisual
The shaft of illumination that makes itself into a
walkable stairway over this abysmal world
into charted particles of auditory splendor
ambiently scattering the clear voice of One God
all around us in myriad movements
each glimpse of glamorous planetary motion
or nebula splattered in space its golden or
scarlet nimbus in blackness
each sight of a beloved’s uplit face catching
sight of us seeing their two eyes
happily seeing back at us in the same moment
in time and space
6/7/2006 (from In the Realm of Neither / unpublished)
Categories: Poems