92. An-Nafi' - Immediate Blessing

Suggests distilling, sustenance, helper --- 'Stung by
the splendor of a sudden thought' Robert Browning  

A moment
Traveling backwards on a screaming train,
I’m fiddling with my latest iphone
app and, looking to the left, a yellow sun has
risen up between a line of trees.

Heavenly light - in golden morning - stops
shadows on the right side of the train. I gawp;
feeling a glad splendor rising near my heart
but soon look down, restore technology – macbook, pixels, restart.

‘What a glory – this morning!” and it takes a stronger act of will
(stopping my little inner voice) to notice, once again, the Fall:
green and golden in my moments here – a sadness rises -
and my train heads westwards, onward, rushes.

Still rain

It’s raining in Scotland,

falling like tears

and the sky looks as gloomy

as a million years

and the Forth Bridge is standing

- a line in the grey -

with boats on the estuary

languid - today;

unraveling the traveling,

it’s seagulls that call

‘come on, you’re a moving

slow train - on a rail’

I’ve got furrows to plow -

purposeful - now.