not the slaked thirst of Bayazid

by Gabriel Rosenstock

Original Language Irish & English

Dar Óma
not the slaked thirst
of Bayazid
but the prayer of the Prophet
eternally on my lips:
more thirst

like a dog
my tongue hangs out

asleep or awake
how could it be different

I lick Your dew
from grass

I create thunder storms

the air fills
with Your rain

long after it has ceased
trees drip
Your sound

I hear it
even when not listening

deeper than roots

-- from Uttering Her Name, by Gabriel Rosenstock

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