Dhikr

It must be let out

it must be called

to the multitude from the rooftops

to be sung the bewilderment

this morning I was greeted by the sun

and the trees shook  my hand

and the boughs hummed a name

that I almost remembered

the rabbanna call of my neighbours rooster

split open the sky

between my eyes

so that the bisected moon bled light

from the silence in my heart

that must be let out

that must be called

to the multitude from the rooftops

it is here

under this yelling stone

behind the door

in the palm of your hand

in my chest

to remember.