Too Many Lives Are Floating In This Flood Wave

Too many lives are floating in this flood wave Mon Ami, I am honored to be included in your exposition Theological border walls You were opening your glittering purse, A set of cloth line clips, I was gazing there From a distance I wish I could tell you, it seemed to me A clipped bordered page of a bible That I saw last Sunday A church sister was holding that scripture. Do you need characters? Reliable narrators of life? Happening quite often? That can be a simile of ongoing events? Events happening in the here and now? The gifts that served the neighborhood grace The grace that those clips cherished Did those include my mother’s seasoned hands? She used to wash cloths, her cotton saris Prayer gowns with her own hands. Or my brother’s miswak? The way he used to wipe his head, during ablution , around the designated time? I kept my good wishes , In every threads of your gifted sari Neatly folded, in a courteous way. And it kept me ongoing In my midnight Less fortunate life Another breast feeding storytime. Did I need me there? Your clips, your red-colored credit card And a burning fireball in an once existing Neighborhood abode. Does it bother you, anyhow, anyway? Thinking about my next storyline Will you be interested to join the literary meetup? A burning hell in the occupied Gaza territory Palestine, Where death brags in every household A nightmare, in a nightmare landmark. Within, there too Hearts ponder and thriving colors unfold. Domestic lives, in domesticity of tranquility And after a long day , The lover poet observes The hands engaged in cooking chores An apt feminine hand A saga of beauty An epic of beauty in trivialities of life A kissing moment , before A sudden, gruesome death. And I, a terrified and troubled one Sustain there, gradually And try to console myself Days have passed by , before You watched another movie in theater. A can of coke, a Fanta or a Pepsi bottle Your lips, a lifetime touched in tangentiality. So, then your next prompt will be a research topic with a garbage disposal bag? For a poem? For a poet? Where the warmth within the domesticity Thrive in a lit ribbon, Makes a vibrant color. Do you need me there to be focused more In black and white, only? Where you will gather your borderline clipping moments? And your utterance, only you Will utter in remembrance? Too many lives are floating in this flood wave! August 28, 2022