Doubt
As he pondered,
& as he ruminated,
doubt came.
He saw Rumi
gazing at the pond.
Oh, what a mysticism
demystified by a cloud
of bats!
& bits of doubt
totally permeated
his mind:
Reality is only a
construct;
{a tract}
I must pierce my tongue
and see the difference, he
said to Rumi,
while he still
ruminated.
© 2017, Ali Znaidi
Originally published in International Poetry Review: VOL. XLII SPRING/FALL 2016 (double issue).[Print]
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