montreal poem

Gotta get some bearings today,
feel like I’m coasting.
with ease, through this journey now.
Like I could love everyone and do anything.
Playfully the 5th floor Montreal wind chime
renders visbile the breeze’s bristle.
Whistle as it may, the dust from which I came
is blowing by in a hurry
But I’m not scurrying now, just
treading water here among
the worldviews.
Shekina, in spirit and in truth
Laying prostrate, making living noise coram deo.
Islam’s Allah, and the unexpected “We”
in spite of emphasized oneness.
Where will I go next?
To take this home with me?

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