By Appointment

The roosters have begun their calls

as I fall deeper into an abyss of timelessness.

Longing for my most familiar

in the form of my own cherished beloved.

An ache that calms

with a remembrance of God here now.

This pining is a long time intimate

seldom keeping me from knowing the world.

Yet a tug on a chord

that runs through me.

Learning the darkness here

in Mother India.

Not the black of fear but the unilluminated cradle

where I may lay within my own skin and the breath that moves through.

A dark where I hold my vulnerability

in slowly moving shapes experiencing unfixed edges.

Soon the Muslim call to worship will comfort

a perfectly tender mortal.

The orchids will stir and the aliveness of this country

will beckon for my rapt attention.

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