Echo Of Rumi Poem by Sheena Blackhall

A fish is floundering between hook and pike
A hare blinks in the headlights
Will I choose a nut or an apple this fine evening?

A pile of bones collapses soundlessly
A log implodes into a pile of ash
A lochan rises up in clouds of mist

Touching the hours, the void appears as normal
I step through the glass in thought, unlike the swallow
Broken-necked on the ground, its pulse-beat halted

My tides are pulled remorseless by grey hands
A deerhound watches, emerald eyes ablaze

The deep beast in the loch
Turns in its coils
Too cold for me to fathom,
Far, far down