I've glimpsed the face of heaven in a garden
in the middle of this desert; an oasis,
lush and unexpected, moist and verdant
tucked between two ordinary places,
a hidden jewel. I wonder at this fortune
I've stumbled on, and feel quite overwhelmed
by serendipity in no small portion--
what other explanation? If I tell
you that I have long imagined this--
the boughs sticky with figs, the lanterns lit
and flickering, the vines climbing the fence--
would you believe a single word of it?
Yet here I muse, if only for a while,
between the Earth's embrace and Heaven's smile.
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Tangier
PoetrySometimes serendipity leads us to beautiful places--physical, creative, interpersonal, spiritual--which we should celebrate as the small glimpses of paradise they in fact are
