simonhlilly

BLINK

Days of endless sun.
Thought and purpose
Slowly lift, shimmer, evaporate.
Staring at white horizons.
Blink.
Dog pack saunters
From shade to shade
Sniffing flowerbeds.
Blink.
Sand took form,
An antlike persistence
In the angled walls,
Windowless, shadowed.
Blink.
Ink-slow waves
In a gelatinous evening.
The winding path,
A hum of far generators.
Blink.
A camel yawns,
A cat scratches.
Blink.
Palm trees
Practice the mudras
Of elegance,
Lifting and falling
In a rippled breeze.
Blink.
The turquoise sea –
A clear calm eye.
This trembling smile
Of shoreline.
Blink.
The low land, reluctant,
Drinks sweat and blood,
Who would be content
With only water and love
And a settling of peace
To bloom with wild and lonely greens
( a song of shade and a same old longing-
Moon and moonlight).
Blink.
The small birds flit
The fast small hawk.
A flash of feather alley-fast
And soaring minaret,
A calligraphy of vowels,
A calligraphy of gesture.
A moment threaded through the blue
And sunlit sand.
Blink.
A sudden upright green,
A wash of convinced colour –
Reward for winter rains.
Blink.
Blink.