Charisma Poem by Majdoleen (Maggie) Sukayri

None but a vast sandy field circling me,
I stand still under the heated sun,
And I lift my leg,
To retreat a track long erased.

An exhale answered by the west wind
It, so close I felt a blow
Roll down my neck. Yet
Too close to touch
Too far to run.

An envied frenzy relieved too soon,
I give in and follow their unseen path.
Walled in this field of mine, I stretch
I stand out as I'm moved
By her cactus thorns.
Canyons decorated with thorns caving in,
Once the Sahara, now the Grand,
I fall. Beneath me, the deep end.

Parallel edges racing down my chest
A Divine line straight to the pit
After the cut, a new life has begun
Pangs of pain all lost
Now, nostalgia walks in.

(Written February 2002
Published April 2002 - Coffee Table Poetry Collection)