Quickening

There is a Beautiful Creature
Living in a hole you have dug.

So at night
I set fruit and grains
And little pots of wine and milk
Beside your soft earthen mounds,

And I often sing.

But still, my dear,
You do not come out.

I have fallen in love with Someone
Who hides inside you.

We should talk about this problem—-

Otherwise,
I will never leave you alone.

- Hafiz

Neither lack of faith nor uptake of armaments could survive such a gentle, determined threat. Guarded isolation must ultimately be disturbed by the sweetest of intention. Shit, Hafiz, I can’t even.

Photo credit: Rena Effendi