2 Ramadan

  HEADACHE 

 Headache, the invalid feeling of being sickly and having to
    take it easy, testiness when
       things don't go quit
 right, annoyance of magnetic
    gravity things
  fall in a pile or
       slide off an incline-not the 

 hunger alone that binds us in brotherhood ultimately with
    hollow-eyed Ethiopians of
       this and all  other eras,

 but the fairly, the passing alone down the
 alien corridors of this world that is such a

 poignant reminder to us, so that in our
 momentary physiological grayness

 when the food finally comes showering at the
 end of the fast and turns all things back to
 Technicolor again, and we feel

 the old soft-shoe lightness in our step again and the
 old brightness in our smile,

 the cornucopia dome of the sky turned
 earthward again, and the arid stretch
 suddenly fertile, fruits and

 flowers as if by
 cinematic magic fill our
 perceptions, the
 floodgate of generosity opened to the

 full, then our
 body-bound, sense-imprisoned
 selves expand past identity with one
 hollow-pitted stomach dusty in the
 hot rays of a pitiless sun

 to a non-entity whose single characteristic is
    gratitude and whose
 every pulse is animated by the

 Single Provider of all this

 and every life's 
 provision