As-Shanfara

My ancient Arabs know exactly how to tell a tale, Of hardship, kinsman, outcasts, how to be so strong, Withstanding weather, find your way, what it does entail To fight a world alone, with nowhere to belong. I like to think it is a metaphor, not an exact rendition. A simile of sorts, no different from Bible or Qur’an. A handbook, of how life can cast you out as clansman. If preprogrammed molds don’t fit woman or man, Shanfara found his way by choosing a direction, Completely opposite of where his brothers rode. He found his new kin amongst beings, all not human. To him man does ascribe this still illustrious ode. For you, my brigand poet, I write this loving poem, You mean so much to me, like you I do not fit so well, And am forever searching, But I am not seen as scum. My su’luk, my traveler, I stay and have your tale to tell. *** January 17, 2016 © Darren White