Dizzy Dervish
Ash from cigarettes and narghile[1] huff-puff,
Are mere distractions from the mystical stuff,
.
Pristine packets of fags, plastic lining intact,
The Dervish stretches on stage preparing for the first act,
.
A tiny flame lightens the darkened room,
After the cigarette is lit, it’s out again soon,
.
The music comes alive, ‘an interesting beat,’
Dervish stands centre-stage, pabuç[2] on his feet,
.
One hand to the heavens, one to the ground,
Fingers circling rims of cups, round and round,
.
The sky opens and welcomes his prayer,
Freshly exhaled smoke begins to cloud the air,
.
Mevlana[3] and Marlboro together at last,
Like smoke out the window, it’s all forgotten fast.
.
Sufiyan
[1] waterpipe
[2] shoes
[3] Rumi
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Posted on April 14, 2010
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