Because he is of many minds / he taught us how to read the dust.

Windy spring morning, eyes red and puffy with hay fever.
I walk through a curtain of tiny insects to climb the steep
and dusty hills above the valley.

Below, by the shore of the River Styx,
heard but not seen, Cerberus tugs on
three cinches.

Like a Tibetan prayer-wheel Earth rotates in cycles: past
present, future, rising,
falling, shape-shifting.

 

 

Because he is: Adonis (Ali Ahmad Sa'id). From, "Indecision (Voices 2)." In, Mihyar of Damascus, His Songs. Rochester, NY, 2008.