Aqaba
Jonathan Meiburg
Then ride to the sea
Then run through the cascades
As all of the sound
Falls away
A crack in the shell
Held open and glistening
And turned to the light
Dilates
And floods the iris
Unfurls the waves
Ride them up, ride them up, ride them up
Ride them up, ride them up, ride them up
In the threshing of love's
Distortions and shimmerings
The stubbornest husk
Flakes away
And the dust
Rises up, rises up, rises up
Risеs up, rises up, rises up
Rises up, risеs up, rises up