“A Literal Reflection”

I heard about you once,
transparent man with iron-pressed pants.
You look familiar,
even though I can see through you.
You follow me on sun-lit days
and lamp-lit nights.
You shine in silver streams
and float in framed photographs.
Now you gaze in glass
and hover in the hues.
Your presence is a comfort,
a clue that I exist.

Doubt reigns in the dark…

-Annah

The Koran was too heavy. Not in a philosophical sense. It weighed about four pounds. The limit for baggage going to Saudi Arabia is 50 pounds. Of all the items Annah will find problematic replacing when she arrives in Rhiyad, a Koran will not be one of them.
She’s half-way there by now and half-way away from me. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” I’ve been told, but I’m not consoled by the coldness in the truth that my wife will soon reside distantly.
Consolation resembles confusion when it means allowing the person you care for most in the world to leave your presence and seek fulfillment. But it’s often this going away that allows for us all to become more ourselves.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. – Kahlil Gibran