THE
  RAMADAN
  SONNETS

  BY

 
DANIEL MOORE (Abd al-Hayy)

   

10 Ramadan

 
 


  DEAD ALIVE

Dead, we arrive at the banquet and
     start eating.
We have lain so long in our
oblong narrowness waiting for
earth to open and we to rise with
  physical vigor and

the table is spread with a sparkling white
  tablecloth that smells of fresh laundry and
    roses, and there is a
purity in the air that had grown
dank down below during
usual daylight, so that to

live on this earth in usual daylight
while all space surrounds us

is to be asleep to our real dimension

which is more evident when, after
enduring a day of fasting, at the

point of earthly sunset, we

arrive alive at the
banquet table ready to
    eat.