I lie lazily in a bed of grass.
Rays of the rising sun burst
into sparkling scintillating
light over David’s Tower.
Goats grouping on the rocks
wandering around my feet with
an occasional nip; a sense
of vastness merges; time and
space mingle here. I go back
to self; the land of my birth
gives a pearly beauty to the
world, like the erosive power
of a springtime river. I am alive;
the tension is released. The shrill
scream of my heart quieted by
the steady flow of ancient breezes.
by Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh