thirsty fish

I don't get tired of you.
Don't grow weary of being compassionate toward me !
All this thirst equipment must surely be tired of me the waterjar, the water carrier.

I have a thirsty fish in me that can never find enough of what is thirsty for!

Show me the way to the ocean!
Break this half-measures,these small containers.

All this fantasy and grief

Let my house be drowned in the wave
that rose last night out of the courtyard
hidden in the center of my chest.

Joseph fell like the moon into the well.
The harvest I expected was washed away.
But no matter.

A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
I don't want learning, or dignity or respectability.

I want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your chest against mine.

The grief- armies assemble
but I am not going with them.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem
A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

Rumi