what will you give to get home?

wooden bridge

 

On

a way that

wasn’t a way I came

to a makeshift bridge of rotten

planks. I looked in my sack. There was

not even a cowry shell. What

shall I give to get

across?

 

I

went a way

that wasn’t a way. On the

dangerous embankment of my mind

I looked in my sack but could not

find the Name of God. What

do I give to get

across?

 

Lalla