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Puddled

 

 

 

Today it was the puddle

that woke up my heart,

the way it received the sky

 

and remade it in smeary mirrors

of grays beneath my feet.

How at first, I tried so hard to avoid it,

 

and then, once my feet were wet,

I could see it only as a way to play,

an invitation for joy. To splash

 

in the clouds. To splash for the pleasure

of splashing. To splash until

I could no longer recognize her, that part

 

of me who longed to stay safe, stay dry.

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One Invitation

same moon, same stars,

same chance to believe it’s the best

night of my life

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Invitation

When there is nothing left to say
please come and find me then.
We’ll stroll in golden fields all day
when there is nothing left to say—
we’ll reunite in other ways,
bouquets of touch and listening hands.
Hush, there is nothing left to say.
Please come and find me, then.

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two haikulings inspired by Rumi’s Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi

over the edge
making the last step
with no feet

(Divan xxxv)

*

that departure drum–
how easily I slip its beat
into my dream

(Divan xxxvi)

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