Serena

Been hot, so when the evening

Cools, it’s pleasant to open

A porch door and feel soft air.

A couple of famous lines

Attributed to Sufi

Poets keep circling the mind,

One using reason to cut

Reason off at the knees says

One’s own intellect cannot

Be used to comprehend one’s

Own creator—the other

Is similarly clever

But more intimate, I shall

Hide in my poem to kiss your

Mouth as you read it. The thoughts

Play with these plays on reason.

And if you never read this

Aloud, where have I kissed you?

The soft air wraps around us

As the evening sun goes down

To play its own creator.