divided.

 

                              be                                                            tween 

                                       

  

                                                  a   dream 

        

 

                                                       &

                                            

                                           

                                                liquid lucidity.

I sublimate:

                       becoming

                                            a

                                                       subconscious

                                                                                        stargazer

                                  

                                   how am I transported?

                         a

 

                                                                                              swift

                       

                   

                 

                              s

                                   w

                                         e

                                              e

                                                   p

                                                               a

                                                                      w

                                                                               a

                                                                                     y

                                     

                                                                                              in whitewater wash?

                                          

                                                                                                                               a turbulent t-h-r-u-s-t 

                                                                               through a tornado’s cone?

               

    Oh, Dorothy. We are not in Kansas anymore…

                                          I ride like a speck of dust,

                       clinging to the rich fabric worn by a whirling dervish

                                        dancing, spinning

                                     sailing along the Sufi songs

                                            g

                                       n

                                   i            

                             h

                       c

                a

        e

r

                         

                                                for high-holiness

                                                                                         

                                            hands turned skyward

        

  

                                     palms begging to be filled with grace

                                              fingers bending,

              

                        palms pressing

              

 

                                                    the

             

 

                    hollow                                                   space

                             

                                      between believing

      

     

and finding forgiveness for those who shape such a sin

                                                                                       ….or I never left at all.

                                                                  The water’s meniscus cups my head in crescent-shaped

                                                                                        construct that trick seers upon first glance

                            

                    

                                                       while bobbing

   between                                                                                         both worlds

  that clutch each other tight

       

                                                      never stop living

                              

                                                                                             and yearn to let me go.