Imperfect Ghazal on Weightless Living

What did I dream then, a child drenched in image? Sleek light,falling honeyed rivers, purpled fruit. What did I need to imagine my body, calm in migration? I wanted to seek light.Dawn sank into my hands like rain. I wanted to evaporate & ask God to reveal my face. I wanted to speak light& watch the earth settle into being. Each splash of wilderness unraveled into clean, solid lines. From there I would leak light.From there I would take flight, my body sloped & pliant in this arena of disorder. But in the dark beak of nightthat light still shivered. The world with its oblique tilt. Every day I arrived & arrive. My physique light,my mouth blazing verse. With prayer I swill inward those weeks I lie rooted. Flood my cheek, lighttraveling into all skin: I am learning to find pleasure in uncertainty. Teach me your technique, light.Wait for it to come to you, I heard once in a car. O radiant risk, I am ready. Give me your mystique, light.Untouched by flame, my father now shakes his hair that suddenly grows to its full, shiny length—an antique light.