this “tavern where drunkards get sober”
to ask questions, cast shadows
cry in the wilderness, sound a call
shed a light
Free will, Fortune, Fate
weave through our comings and goings
until everyone will have been everyone else
other lives, other loves, other loss
Other Other Other
Who will be our other?
our mother, our lover, our children, our friend
our nemesis—our judge and jury
We--All
are others
refugees
no one our savior
Coming into being and dissolving
again and again
Constellations of "anonymous stars"
moving across the heavens
Note: "tavern where drunkards get sober" and "anonymous stars..."
were inspired by Coleman Barks' translations from Rumi in Say I Am You.
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