Poem: The Barest Handhold


I don’t even know what I know
much less what I don’t know

A Chinese laundry full of coats and shirts
knows more than I know

Boats at sea heading toward a faint light in fog
have a better idea than I do
and get there with more grit and determination

The night seems to have fallen onto the
earth like black velvet yardage
fold after fold thicker than the sea-bottom
where fangs with fins pass at the
slightest incandescence with jaws agape

Heartbeat after heartbeat taps it out
as if with the barest handhold on a sheer
side of rock with the

whole world falling away below us

Only God can help us in such a state

His Prophet the wooly sherpa up ahead
face into the blizzard peace be upon him

and the canyon’s echoes ringing with his name

5/19/2007 (from Invention of the Wheel / unpublished)

About danielabdalhayymoore

Poet, artist, collagist, publisher, hoping to save a little bit of the world through ecstatic utterance... ordered in balanced lines and unpremeditated images...
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One Response to Poem: The Barest Handhold

  1. MysticSaint says:


    AsSalamualikum dear Daniel.

    this video poetry recital is such a beautiful way to share and express!

    indeed God is beautiful and He loves Beauty!

    i am going to declare the good news in my blog for more ppl to gather here!

    peace and inspiration be your constant companion.



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