INTERNATIONAL RUMI YEAR (III)
"Only the holder the flag fits into and wind. No flag"

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

I don't plan it.

When I'm outside the saying of it,

I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.

That's fine with us. Every morning

we glow and in the evening we glow again.

They say there's no future for us. They're right.

Which is fine with us.

(trad. Coleman Barks e John Moyne)

(2007)