One Thousand Roads to Mecca

Bird Brain, by Lori Field

I was sitting in an old garden

in the Medina of Tangier.

I was ill and without money.

I had followed the Sufi path

and made the promise

to visit Mecca

at least one time in my life.

Now my journey had come to an end

and I couldn´t fulfill my promise.

I was sitting in passive listening presence

under a Jacaranda tree

when my eyes closed

for the last time.

I had a dream where I visited

my beloved grandmother

in the Northern forests.

She was arranging flowers

in a silver cauldron

and in the night

they awoke

and flew to Venice.

They landed in the window

of an old cartographer

who, the Venezians told,

had stolen Lucifer´s dreams.

But I knew he was drawing

imaginary world maps

based on stories

he had heard from travelers.

And I remembered that it was I

who had told him

that there are

one thousand roads to Mecca.

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From the blog category: My Poems