The Skardu Valley Poem by Mekael Shane

The Skardu Valley



Masked in
Gray and brown
Ancient
Shale dust

The winds that flow through
The cleavage of your valley
Are soft like mother's fingers
When bending pie crust

At night
I slept in the center of your
Naya Bazaar
And dreamt of lassoing stars

That night
Spent in your valley's heart
I closed my eyes to see the invisible
And I heard the voice of God

* Reprinted from 'My Hajj Collected Poems by Mekael' *
© September 20,2011 by Mekael Shane

Friday, April 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: journey
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Mekael Shane

Mekael Shane

Indianapolis, Indiana
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