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 

down

and landed on my ripped shoe

 that single fly, it knew

and so he found 

his tiny fly feet and flew

uplifted, 

oh humble little fly

who can deny

the existence of the Originator

the Creator
the First, the Last

the One
the sum; of Reality