‘Eid Poems: Ramadan Is Over…
RAMADAN IS OVER Ramadan is over, and I’ll miss its strange intensity. Dry mountains …
How can we not admire
emptiness especially when it’s
pregnant with superlative Light?
Explosively thrilling in its opening of our
perceptions from toe-tips to galactic
distances more numerous than
sand grains in a colossal
stretch of beach
that turns inside-out instantaneously
this world and all its gala self-
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to an interior smoother than conch-shell’s
mother of pearl and
more radiant than all of underwater
Neptune’s kingdom of diamond thrones and
glittering tridents of purest porphyry
10/15/2011 (from The Match That Becomes a Conflagration)
(drawing by author)
Categories: Poems