I was sleeping, and being comforted
by a cool breeze, when suddenly a gray dove
from the thicket sang and sobbed with longing,
and reminded me of my own passion.
I had been away from my own soul so long,
So late-sleeping, but that dove’s crying
woke me and made me cry. Praise
to all early-waking grievers!
©Samina Iqbal. 2021