I pray everyone is in the best of health and eeman (faith), striving your best to please Allah subhanna wa t'ala!
I just wanted to share a poem I wrote about my first "date" with my husband, almost four years ago.
lunch
alone, singularly stoic
in a sea of bodies
standing, staring at Union Square,
you waited for me.
like a story we began,
the beginning, begin.
a lovely duet, we danced the streets
in pirouettes that day
an unrehearsed scene for two,
doubly complacent concerning what to do.
like a
stone
skips
over
water,
my
heart
skipped
over
you.
speak, speaking spoke of
nothing, everything really
eat, ate not at all
my plate was full of you.
brown eyes sparkle like
icicles melting in the winter sun
words dripping like drops of
rain into the reservoir of my soul.
mascara thick lashes meet, hiding
syrupy tears in my green eyes
one streams down the contour of my face.
lands on the glossy wood table next to our forgotten
lunch.
Copyright Kim Joseph 2008 all rights reserved with the author.
