Envoi: A Day In The Life Of Baharak Barzin Poem by Daniel Brick

You will awake early to a morning
neither sunny nor cloudy but simply
a new day for you to color and shape
as you wish, and the Light will shine

within you brighter than any normal day.
You will wander at noon through bazaars
and stores, where money spills from hand
to hand, and people cradle new purchases

as if they had soul-value. But you are
unmoved until you see your friends
sitting serenely in a pool of sunlight
at a table festooned with flowers.

Smiles flit across your faces for hours.
Later, visiting your relatives, you will
sense your younger brother needs help.
When he sees the kindness in your eyes,

he will unfold his heart's truth just
to you, and he will feel a sudden peace.
You too will feel this peace as if you traced
a butterfly's flight over a patch of flowers.

Images abound! Your mind is a net which holds
them loosely until they connect with other images,
fecund, lovely, conveying impressions that resist
being attached to words at this time. But you know,

in some mysterious way, they are the beginnings
of your future poems. They make no demands on you
yet, do not nag at you for embodiment in words.
For now they occupy quiet caverns in your mind.

They even sleep. They even dream, and when one
of their dreams meshes perfectly with one of yours,
a poem is being born in the crucible of your
imagination, and its birth is imminent. This is

the ideal repose before the clamor of creation takes over.