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
Where
did the morning go?
Assef Al-Jundi
Between Heaven and Texas
On the DART train in Dallas
Poetry in Motion
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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