Artifact: Poem + Story
/While flipping through the notes from my class on Introduction to the Qur'an (Did you know I have a Master's Degree in Religious Studies?), I found this poem written in the margins.
That's why I titled it "Artifact." Though I bet someone could tell me how that title speaks to the meaning of the poem, at least to them.
I'm pretty sure at the time I had a calendar with quotes from Kabir, a 15th-century Indian mystical poet. One of the quotes was something like the line from the poem, though it might not be exact.
(Side-note: I'm noticing a reoccurring theme of quoting something but not taking the time to look up the exact quote. I take too much pride in my memory to call it a paraphrase, but I'm also honest enough to tell you it's probably not an exact quote.)
Anyways, here's the poem:
You can find this poem and 14 others in my chapbook, As Light Ascends. I still have a few copies left, so if you'd like one, get in touch!
Your turn:
Are you someone who tends to write unrelated things in your margins in your notes for class? Anything you still remember?
What speaks to you in this poem?
I spent my last two years of high school writing and studying poetry and I so miss those discussions. Would love to bring more of that into my life, in the least, in the comments here so let me know what you think.
