My past has faded away into nothing
Leaving shreds of longing.
The sea.
The sound of the waves.
My mother’s voice
The feel of my sister’s hair as she slept,
her head in my lap.
Incident on Line 409
Listening to Sufi oud and flute,
Thinking mellow Sufi thoughts as I code html.
The bones inside the book.
Suddenly, a sharp jab!
I stop, afraid to look too closely at the wound….
