Compass

on my way to Jeddah, i saw a man
step down from his lorry
put his knees to the earth and bow;
i am not proficient at reading the stars
& i don’t know where North is
but there was something about the devotion of
a man shadowed by his lorry
knowing his cardinals and touching his forehead
to the earth that reassured me;
i too, will always know where God is.

moon

blue eyeliner, glittery cheeks
crop top, small belly button, 
button nose, sweet tooth, 
two missing, soft soft lips,
always cold hands, 
always thought of you as
a night sky palette 
and your smile as daybreak
your kiss as dusk,
velvety dusted dusk
&
there are a million alternate
galaxies in which you stay 
my moon.