you are reposing in my sun's rays
whilst i dwell in your veiled shadow
crying, crying at the uneven corner
dissecting the shade's size and shape
questioning the necessary adjustments
with life's amplified tape measure~
you smile beautifully at my dimensions
you are eating from my life's banquet
bearing witness to my spiritual recovery
prostrating before my alluring magnetism
giving unforetold foreign salutations
as a sixth tongue is taught &; mastered
notice the fingers on Allah's right hand~
as handprints touch the chair's gilded lip
you are teaching my impatience patience
my constant stirring to calmly unwind
my tears to softly laugh and smile
my fluttering heart to be still and taste the knowledge~
you seem at peace whilst i, i am
at war with my skin's battleship.
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
