Maybe I won't touch
these gentle scenes
of you stretching & curling,
inhaling & blinking;
signs of living,
with my body.
Maybe it won't hurt
to be upside down
over this earth
as it spins steadily on.
Maybe if I walk
the stars long enough,
I too would shine.
All these probables
can mean anything
but if you hear
my name sometime
or find my face still
smiling in a picture frame,
I hope it is familiar.
I hope for other things too;
the sky turning pink,
a flower tasting dew,
a dove alighting
on the lean branch
of an almond tree.
What I'm trying to say is,
this earth cannot hide
her beauty even
when you hurt
sometimes & you will hurt
sometimes & I hope
my thousand years old trauma
does not afflict you.
You, who I'll not see.
You who I'll carry
as a memory of love,
depthless as God.
& God must be kind
because now I can dream
of you, I can almost hear
your lungs rustle
from the other side
& this will be enough.
I am enough for now.
I can give myself
the joy of imagining
you becoming,
doing, living.
Now I can be a gentle
prophet, God,
I can be holy
at least this one time.
Yes this one time,
life has given me
kindness without asking
anything of me
& I'm satisfied.
I'm free.
Amin.
Today I heard something beautiful. Today I breathe. I'm happy with the world. Indeed, I'm.