The Day You Came
The first day
God came face to face.
Spring, in front of the tree
That had forgotten roots and leaves.
The slender note of complaint
Made to its friends
By the cloud that got lost.
The goddess’ voice
Unheard by any but water.
The flower garden
In front of which
Grass grew with abandon.
The darkened house,
Floor smeared with cow dung.
A cluster of moments
Of butterflies cavorting in the rain.
The playhouse
Made of the wings of fireflies and moths.
The seaside
Where camels enjoy the breeze.
The forgotten oyster
The fry left
Under the sand.
The praying hands
Of date palms
Which looked upon earth from above.
The wedding night
Inside the elephant shelter
Where ants frolic.
A pinch of beaten rice,
Cooked, using only the twigs the pigeons brought.
The anthology of words
Read and re-read
In a hand-written letter.
The translation of the moment
God couldn’t quite get.
What could it have been?
Covered daughter with kisses.
She wept, alarmed.
I heard the voice of God telling daughter,
”I didn’t grasp anything either!”
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