FROM RUMINATION TO RUMI - NATION

 

When you are made to

Chew the cud

They want the nausea

To return

As if nothing new

Could be taken in.

So eat when things

Are fresh and new

Leave the dead

To take care

Of themselves.

Rumi’s path was muddy and roomy

And not given

To rumination.

His tryst with god was

All the nation that he had

Compact and everyday

Since he could dispense off his donkey

In a feast

And walk about

Without further ado.