Our Place in the Alhambra

Our Place in the Alhambra

 

Go ahead, climb up

the Alhambra brick– 

 

taxis can’t come here,

and the effort it takes

 

is only as much as

you have in mind.

 

2.

 

How often we’ve fallen for

another algorithm for bliss,

the snake oil shill of camphor

 

shadows. Enough. The book

is there now, a shining blossom, 

big as a magnolia bloom. 

 

Blank. To be written. Yes, we

think–at last I’m back to myself.

Climb there too. The beautiful 

 

street vendors are selling 

therefores. The dark wine 

of place. Buy some. But

 

carefully pluck the book, its soft 

leather bent just enough to say, 

yes, climb the brick passages. 

 

3.

 

It may be when you wake

you’ll believe you’ve had

a stroke, but the sunlight

 

in its morning patterns will

teach that’s OK as well–

the world goes on without

 

you, us, and that’s always 

been OK as well. A lesson in 

 

belonging. Everyone’s place in

the story of the Alhambra.

 

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