The bird of limitless flight
is trying to be born—
evolution late again.
It is the night of the full moon in Gemini,
facing both forward and back, an endless white disk.
The Green Book tallies the sum of life—
the yeses, the nos, the could-have-beens,
the way a hummingbird hovers, relentless
but there, iridescent, inscrutable, nature's mirabilia,
as if the Holy Prophet,
May Peace be upon him!
raised his hand, blessed this space,
and why not this too could be a path to the divine,
an interrogation of the past
leading to a convergence of possible futures.
The moon is a quirky witness to the scene.
Will it tell, or keep the story to itself?
Shaheen's larcenous heart sits still, beats, ruts, and leaps,
steals what it can, leaves what it must.
