Saturday, July 19, 2008
(ghazal fragment) "on my walk"
A thousand lines that I barely heard   accompanied me on my walk
a hundred signatures scrawled but blurred   accompanied me on my walk
was it the saunter of morn or eve?
toward where could such ambling stroll?
a slew of answers (yet scarce one word)   accompanied me on my walk
we went heading toward the beginning of things
after an endless spell
what at world's ending can't be deferred   accompanied me on my walk
was it the saunter of night or day?
just where might such pilgrimage end?
what spurned all question but silence spurred   accompanied me on my walk