Miraculous

we sit
you and i
under a translucent
endless tent
of blue described only
by one word:
sky
as far, and farther than,
the eye can see

trees on patient vigil
birds bursting suddenly
into flight or song
ants rushing
to their daily chores
on pebbles and grass
that slowly hand over
to the day
little bits of dark-damp
clinging to the earth
from the night before

an enormous round
slice of lemon
hangs high in the east
raising unseen breaths of air
that kiss a fine,
almost invisible,
curl on your cheek

you breath in
you smile
your eyes light up
words roll off your tongue
liquid, sweet flowers
that i taste deeply
beyond my senses

you breathe out
and the
fragrance of your breath
mingles
with the breath
of silent trees
blue sky, hot sun
birds, ants
pebbles, grass
and all other things
we cannot see

this effortless
simultaneous
connected
being

as miraculous
as surrender
in a single drop of
rain
 
28 december 2010

shahbano aliani

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