Poem Before it is Written
POEM BEFORE IT IS WRITTEN Before this poem comes into being or rather in real time just as it’s coming into being it already…
There’s an eye the size of a pin in a
garden the size of the universe
and a garden the size of a pin
in an eye the size of the universe
and they’re wrapped in a wind of no apparent size or
shape that has planets turning slowly inside its
amorphous sphere
and a voice wrapped around the whole of it so
sweet honey drips as if in Springtime from its
melodious words and swallows fly between their
floating honey-strands
and it is all as I’ve said though I’m not
here to say it
and a door opens as another door closes
and the voice on the other side O Allah
flows like an ocean around everything at once and
drowns it in magnitude and meaning
and holds it aloft to the light in its uplifting tides
11/13/2002 (from Through Rose Colored Glasses)
Categories: Poems