Cure--By Sheikha A.--Pakistan and U.A.E.

Cure

What is the best poetic way to reach

down into a well – no fallen graces – 

and come up with a light emitting

from the tip of the index finger,

showing the way to where camels rest

on their front knees, carriage on backs,

and a path uncomplicated: so simple

in following, leading straight to water:

so true in properties, quenching thirst:

so minimal in craving, ushering to land:

so vast in plainness. I have been 

like warm smoke from cooling wood,

knowing what never gets spoken

is the point of drop from the hand

that let go, leaving me to find the way – 

of no theorized routes – to your

ungripped nature.

Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and U.A.E. and often finds herself in a world of oscillation that most of the times motivates her writing too. She maintains a (or tries to) blog on sheikha82.wordpress.com.