To My Brothers and Sisters

We present this work in honor of the poet’s 90th birthday.

Rowley Habib
1933 – 2016


We were not so far apart you and I
When the thunder broke from the blackened sky
We were not so far apart

And when the echo rolled away
Deep down in the slanting day
We dreamed. Or when the lightning struck
Behind the drawn blind

Not I alone rushed heaven-wards
In the wake it left behind
No, we were not so far apart, we
When the waters rushed with mad glee
Down the garden path

Mine was not the only dream
Washed beyond the pantry window
Like some desire in a far off flooded stream

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