In Stillness

The conversation’s changing.

Where we once betted on the odds of rain

or complained about it soaking our shoes again

our sighs are reserved for internet tides,

wifi droughts and downloads shy as brides

while all around a hurricane of data flies

so seek the stillness at its core. If you lean

your curious head out, seeking more

it will toss you about like a toy

but on the inside, everything’s joy.

Watch the furniture dance in its 

ludicrous attempts to allure

watch the frames grow dustier

– it collects as you resist –

and the longer you hold back 

from tumbling in among the grist

in this vortex of desire and need 

of unsatisfying gut-mind feeds

the anger in its frustrated call

blows red and heavies the wind

with firestones and curses.

You counterculture scum – you dare

defy the raging wheel of dunya?

It will pelt you with fearful rocks

pepper you with doubts against your cause

and it seems so hard and physical, but stay

in this tranquillity; don’t take the hooks it throws you,

let them drop. This wall of wind believes 

it will keep twisting on forever.

But it was born of lunar high tides

silent moon gazing in love and

whipping up the whistling waves

that roll in shaggy tubes onto the beach

and end up in rock pools and homes for

crabs, anemones. That force

was forged by other powers

and every one of them 

comes out of stillness

and in stillness it meets

its match.

2 thoughts on “In Stillness

  1. Great poem Medina. Here’s one I wrote in 1995 called ‘Cyber Gape’, just before I embarked on my career as an (Inter)network architect:


    “How will we fill the infosphere that we create?
    What will flesh the skeleton
    Of pumping data, cyber-systems, tele-networks and the rest –
    Where will we find emotional colour and finesse
    To give it life
    So that it’s not some Frankenstein,
    Or monstrous Moulinex?

    How will we learn again to reach into our hearts
    And pull out the sincerity and worth
    We’ve tried for years to shut away,
    And grind into a bone-dry dust?

    Will it be just a stupid, rigid, useless gape
    That grins about the awesome cost
    Of what we’ve lost?”

  2. Brilliant! I’d love to see a whole chain of poems linking arms in the comments thread…hope to see you guys before you head home. Salams

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