Djellabah

Dawn and I dawn my caftan
With my pen in hand
I close my eyes
And start crafting

I slide on my djellabah
Which begets my lojong
And I soon
Begin to float

Like paint, ink blankets
The sheets of my
Bengali jute
And my spirit begins to coast

In this moment
I exist happily
Outside of all I know
About me

* Reprinted from 'My Hajj Collected Poems by Mekael' *
© September 20, 2011 by Mekael Shane