In an instant

That gravity was too busy playing god

Holding other people down

You fell skyward

Grabbing a few things on your way up

Your keffiyeh

Because you could still reach it

With the few witches’ burr

Attached from the last time

You wandered along the scree

In search of a talisman

To keep you grounded

That you would plant in a cloud

The dallah given you by father

So you would not have to sacrifice tradition

For all else you have given up up and away

One Blue Cistus flowering

From imbibing your child’s joyous tear

Wrung from the duct at hisan’s arrival

Just like you cried when she was born

Placed in your arms

And never let go

But you couldn’t reach the memory

As you fell skyward

Of whatever it was still in your heart

Stolen by time

Lost in love

Drifted apart