Saturday, April 4, 2009

Where I Am

Where I am
is no particular place
Where I am
is no one body

The world sprang
from ancient dreams
Time is alive
like open sky

The child longs for play
The grown-up seeks refuge
The sage wants peace

And today I ask you
did the morning go?

Assef Al-Jundi
Between Heaven and Texas

On the DART train in Dallas
Poetry in Motion

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