Poem: Searching for the Eid Moon

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Searching for the Eid Moon

For Zubair B
Upon the Hindu Kush, where rock punches sky,
a drama of stars plays overhead.
A party shivers in their shawls,
fists scrunched like tin foil;
and as sandals rasp across a ridge
rifles on shoulder straps
cluck behind them like dumb beasts.

With the spin of a heel, the universe contracts.
Men, each like a tribal elder,
generations of one family
fish in the night’s evening tide
until one of them
as if to tuck back the hair from his daughter’s ear
stretches his arm forth to a silver glint -

This Eid

Upon the Hindu Kush, where rock punches sky,
a drama of stars falls to the ground
and as they scatter across a ridge,
rubies
will melt the snow and tumble down the ravines.
In some distant land
upon the sighting of a silver glint -

sweets will fry, baths will run, gowns will hang
and as fireworks whimper back to earth,
under a night
sandals are dumb like scorched meat;
generations of one family
and an arm stretched out still
as if to offer an orphan her gift for Eid.

Eid al-Fitr 1432/ August 2011
HMP Long Lartin
(C) Syed Talha Ahsan

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