...from our clutched hands

by ibn bint jbeil

today is a refuge from tomorrow
a hiding place from the inevitable
a deceit onto ourselves
an inner clamor towards the unknown
a sinking into distraction

tonight is a flight into our memories
a longing for the anonymous
a weeping for deeper rains
a voiceless song
a slipping into intangibles

this moment is a look into our own faces
the patterns of walls and lost days
singling out that one non-essential
that one lonely morsel of knowing
which no earthly power can exact from our clutched hands

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Ibn Bint Jbeil is an artist, teacher, and father in the United States. He blogs at
http://ibnbintjbeil.blogspot.com/.