Kazim Ali


In the brain, a silver window

Where the sky evaporates—



Then condenses to an enveloped name

Sealed with an unsigned letter.



Dickinson’s house: a breeze coming from the inside

Sounds bury themselves deep in the wood-work.



When a Scholar pauses by a closed door

She may not be listening to music, but to the door



What lingers in the letter, loosening or found




Source appears in The Far Mosque (Alice James Books, 2005).