On the Road to God / Ghazal
A MAN ON THE ROAD TO GOD I met a man on the road to God with the intense face of an owl –…
Everything’s velvety dark and
warm furry and fuzzy in its
particulars each new vista or room full of
people or not empty or crowded with a
large polished grand piano silent in the
middle and four huge windows on the
four walls looking out into gardens each
one of which is different
One Oriental with a humped bridge over
purply lotus pools
One thickly brushy and undergrowthy
with toucans clacking huge
bills full of red berries
One plain and cactusy all silvery and
cobalt and turquoisey bluish
And one exclusively roses of all
shades hues and shapes exploding
riotous color
And at the sight of each garden someone
plays a sonata mazurka or waltz on the piano
and the plants come alive and showers
arrive from both above and below to
irrigate our hearts so in need of
God’s waters
2/29/08 (from The Fire Eater’s Lunchbreak)
Categories: Poems, Visionary Nature