Thursday, August 16, 2007
Sufis (poem)
(Photo courtesy Patricia Lay-Dorsey)
Sufis
Only yesterday I swore
to give up all this daylight
love play,
to get down to business,
early rising,
travel over rough trails,
brown bread and hard cheese
for lunch,
only water to drink.
But already this wisp of song,
these turning dancers
with skirts unfolding
like flowers awakened,
or birds spreading their white
or scarlet wings
in their flurry of ascent--
these have glazed my eyes,
carried me into
that other place,
secret trysting spot
familiar love ground.. .
Sometimes I just stand here,
thinking about you,
and I disappear.
Dorothy Walters
August 15, 2007
