In Suspension Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Everything suspends, the pendulum's
Arm unswung, hangs idly. Except for the bird's
Wings' clasp and musical wasp's flight
Dragon fly past a flower and bee suckling in deep.
Shadows change, by inch, creepers riding walls
Crimson autumn leaves and abundant fresh air.
The majestic mountains with their backs
Their fronts the other side in humble poise
As age has sharpened the furrows on them.
Even words float in the air. She spoke yesterday,
And I am catching them today, many more wait
For me, on the windows aisle and others swimming.
Pull anything anywhere, find it again after a year
Waiting upon you. Living cannot be more joyous -
The houses built three thousand years ago
Whose doors open for you on their swing.
The night will bring Jinn, their eyes slit vertical
Fairies with wings of butterfly and demons
Whose feet are back turned walking by the wall,
Expressed wish is no wish, fulfilled dream is no dream.

-An afternoon in Gilgit, gazing outside from my office into the garden.

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
October 14,2014.