Maghrib

Linda Bansil


Be not afraid
for what you fear
is not a thousand grain
that will bury you
it is just a few hairlocks
a few strands
so light it may stir
your heart to hurt a bit
and the wind can blow it away
just like those furry things that fly
coming from weeds
from cat furs
from worn out carpets
they fly
but not decay
be brave as a firm prayer
a bird in flight
praying in Maghrib
the sun prays too
before it sleeps




Written while on break April 18, 2012