Words submitted by Howard Des Chenes

These words are a reference to a poem by Rumi. His ‘Egypt that doesn’t exist’ makes me think of the creative process and the role of someone who is compelled to create. Heart and imagination are the only ways to get to this ‘Egypt’ and, in this case, why not go there on a paper airplane?

An Egypt That Doesn’t Exist:

I want to say words that flame
as I say them, but I keep quiet and don’t try
to make both worlds fit in one mouthful.

I keep secret in myself an Egypt
that doesn’t exist.
Is that good or bad? I don’t know.

For years I gave away sexual love
with my eyes. Now I don’t.
I’m not in any one place. I don’t have a name
for what I give away. Whatever Shams
gave, that you can have from me.