Hassan Iftikhar Poetry

weaving, with mid-stitch precision
uncharted doily snowflake notes
like bird-flight, in swoops
the song of healthy blood, flow
conversing in rhythmic banter
like tap, only deeper, like caves
inside, laughing out loud, taunting
following the trickle, streams
soaring over canyons, craters, lucid
like dreams, between consciousness and not,
or the footfalls of Southern India
heard midmorning at market

breath, in a throbbing beat
like emphasis

drumming bones begin anew, like rain
the clinking of ideas, patterns
like belly-picking, the hollow
tala echoes off ribs, vertebrae
resounding, like a didgeridoo in exhale
as buoyant as the pulse, inside
each present mind, speaking in tongues
to the chakras, like flamenco,
a 4th dimension of living,
like climbing air, kinetic
bursts of steps

then gliding on dragon's wings,
or dragonflies, by the fire
a rattlesnake flickers
in the darkness.

Poet: Julie Adams