! Rumi Passed By Here Today Poem by Michael Shepherd

like a blank page, then
gold dust lightly scattered over it

then a soft breeze blows it away
but nothing is lost

for there was nothing to be gained;
enough, that you were here;

for you don't need to pursue a metaphor
when - see! - the metaphor is god, is world;

you don't need to convince us of anything
that we don't already know

just a reminder that this is
how it is;

a smile in passing;
your gold dust scattered;

for a moment
we are your beauty.