Poem: The Eye and the Garden

THE EYE AND THE GARDEN

There’s an eye the size of a pin in a
garden the size of the universe

and a garden the size of a pin
in an eye the size of the universe

and they’re wrapped in a wind of no apparent size or
shape that has planets turning slowly inside its
amorphous sphere

and a voice wrapped around the whole of it so
sweet honey drips as if in Springtime from its
melodious words and swallows fly between their
floating honey-strands

and it is all as I’ve said though I’m not
here to say it

and a door opens as another door closes

and the voice on the other side O Allah

flows like an ocean around everything at once and
drowns it in magnitude and meaning

and holds it aloft to the light in its uplifting tides

11/13/2002 (from Through Rose Colored Glasses, in preparation)