Babylon, Bedouin, free verse, Jeddah, Lilith, poem, Poetry, sand storm, summoning
“I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs and gleams …” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince.
Wake and watch dawn pour over the desert;
as it does everyday in the city
of Jeddah, in Babylon. She searched for
Lilith among the corpses the raiders
leave for the vultures for she has waited
lifetimes, another dawn, one more sunset,
for this. Out on the Sahara’s low lip
something entered her wrists, thin fingers stirred,
touching, just once, nails kissing each other.
All I tell you is a secret, a need
beyond word, beyond sound, silence, until
the silence releases something like prayer,
like song. She sat in the sand, drew circles
with her curved horn-blade. It is hard not to fall
in love with blades, with rage, with a war like blades.
It was a summoning from the silence,
from Lilith, the First Wife, the First Lover.
She threw down the curved-horn, turned to the south.
A Bedouin widow sat on a dune,
watching the girl watching the vast sand storm
approach, washing over everything; pulsing
with what the ancients called destruction of life.