Alone in the Rub Al Kali

Alone Tonight my heart is like a baby left in a basket on someone’s doorstep;
if I were alone in the midst of the Rub al Kali with only a sliver
of the new moon it would be more company;
like a nightingale I sing in the dark
to deaf ears waiting for dawn
and spring for the rose
to see me and bloom
candle and moth
we each have
ourĀ  Rumi
complaints
but what
mends
a broken heart
but time, a camel
passing through the eye
of a needle can’t do it either only the sleep
of the universe before its dreams began could fill the space
behind this dam once filled with water so long ago that no one alive remembers
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