Saturday, 7 September 2013

pink sky / a minaret so high

I was sitting in the mosque 
feeling rather lost
thinking about the pink sky 
against a single rose, it cost
a thousand million billion
drops of water
a thousand million billion
particles of pollen
I was feeling rather solemn
in the rose garden; wandering
against the iridescent sunset sky 
then a single fly
came tumbling 
and landed on my ripped shoe
 that single fly, it knew
and so he found 
his tiny fly feet and flew
oh humble little fly
who can deny
the existence of the Originator
the Creator
the First, the Last
the One
the sum; of Reality