Thursday, October 9, 2014

As-Sabur: The Cooking Bowl

This is the husk,
the long silky tendrils and thick outer skin
hiding kernels of brilliant light.
This is the shell,
holding back oceans of pressure,
nestling a pearl within.
This is the way a real home
glows inside, part smells of dinner
part mellow and sleepy laughter.
This is the journal with a lock,
a thousand years of poetry
waiting for just the right reader.
If I were being precise, I might call it
patience, perseverance,
but I think there is a deeper root here,
something less heroic--
abiding in deepest love until
you are cooked completely.


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