A Public Sphere for Poetry, Nature, and Politics
(For Mahmoud Darwish)
On the night that Muhammad entered the gospels,
Christ was out on the water,
Dipping his toes into the sea.
Muhammad walked down to the shoreline,
And, being waved forth by the Fisherman,
Stepped out onto the water,
And slowly began to walk across it.
Christ, laughing at his friend’s sense of humor,
Pointed up at the moon,
Said something that Muhammad could not make out,
And then split God’s satellite in two.
This went on for the next several hours,
The two young men in love with each others’ talents,
Aware that the miraculous is a renewable resource,
And that two moons mean that there is even more light for everyone to see by.
Copyright 2017 Kareem Tayyar