Driving up-Island, I slid the cd
into the player. The music swirled,
and then the spoken words:
"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along."
Somewhere within, through all the years
of searching, I had known this
Gazing at the clouds
wisping across the mountains
like Sufi dancers,
I was smiling.
"Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways
to kneel and kiss the ground."
Your words a blessing in my ears,
the effervescence of your love
in my heart.
Posted for Kim's prompt at Verse First: Writers are Lovers: to write a tribute to a poet we adore. I chose Rumi.