Arabian Sky

 “Cloud swatches brilliance the sky, unpatterned as heaven.  When is it we come to the realization that all things are wandering away?”

            -Charles Wright

The desert is cloudless every day except this one.  The same can be said about rain.  All things wander away like clouds and rain.  They leave nothing behind but a rumor of the distant sea, its taste on dry lips.       

Every night in the eyes there is rain.  I built a dam to prevent its wandering away, with equal parts solitude and a symphony of Arabian birdsong.    

I never thought I’d miss those obtrusive contrails.  They incarcerate the wilderness sky, like barbed wire across the prairie.  But when they are not there, the mail doesn’t run. 

Sea Gypsy, the prayers are called from the high towers, as the light drops itself into this ocean of sand.  I still walk cautiously each night, like a wolf in a shopping mall.  Sometimes I forget time.  It was my peoples’ invention not mine.  Each night I wait for you like morning.   

Quarantine Moon

“You speak of distance.  Space is not different to our conception of time.  In the context of the millions of galaxies in infinite universes, our stars are close to us.  Our words bridge the distance between us.”

            -Claudia Ribeiro