COUNT

COUNT

count
every atom

every drop
of blood

every grain of sand

count every blade of grass
how they blow
in the wind like
a feast of sabres
a forest
       of tiny spears

read
   these words
the desert itself
wrote for you
          (what an ear
the people of
the desert
       have for
the voice
     of God

absolute pitch
when it comes
to the poetry of the soul

read what is written
    read what
has been hidden

read the Sun, the stars
the Moon
       waxing waning
now
a perfect crescent

read
   and count

find a rhythm, your rhythm
calculate all distances
devise
     the algorithms
for perfect measure

ditto
and Amen

ditto and Amen

this tale continues
despite our failings, despite
                  our hatreds
out tragic divisions

the words of  the Sufis
written in the stars

connecting every blade
of grass
    drop of blood
grain of sand

ditto and Amen

every atom
count, read, measure