Until the Very Last Breath
When we look at death’s door it looks like nothing at all Blank and featureless a serious expression on a featureless face tha…
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