The Pen

Take the pen in your uncertain fingers.

Trust, and be assured

That the whole world is a sky-blue butterfly

And words are the nets to capture it.

–Muhammad al-Ghuzzi, Tunisia


we’re flying high 

drunk off clouds 

spiraling through


i know you, stranger

familiar prick

don’t stain the sky red

before the sunset

let’s just cruise at this altitude

close eyes

free hair

wind whip through outstretched fingertips

sip serenity together

flocking with feathers

and all that jazz