I miss those mid-afternoon
swims, in Dalston
and the peace that would follow-
in a beautiful Turkish mosque
I would lie on the carpet
hair still damp under my headscarf,
body spent from running fast-
from the walks
in the cemetery that came after
and there, as I lay,
there as I lay
there as I lay
watching the light stream in
and the chandelier glass grace the ceiling
with shadows and light
and the chandelier glass grace the ceiling
with shadows and light
It would wash over me
peace-
there was a time
there was a time
I would travel
from mosque to mosque
a stranger-
with only one task
with only one task
to pray
to pray
to pray
to the One Lord
to the Lord of the heavens and the earth
I miss those days
when my forehead would graze
the warm earth, the cold concrete
as I made sajood
on another the nameless street
on another the nameless street
one must never admit defeat
one must continue to seek
that feeling of being
at one, with Oneness.
