Don’t worship another—

I am nightmare enough—
the distance between desire and dream
in a country called prophecy

word enough
in thunder—

the mystic metaphor of prayer

Don’t whisper me—

I am wind enough—
and spring

Don’t charm my name—

I am glass—
the future

fragile to the hard
point of waves

Don’t awaken me—

I am desert enough
dancing with dunes

in worship to

Don’t convert me—

I am god enough—
bleeding breath
of generations




About Author

Bänoo Zan

Bänoo Zan has over 150 published poems and three books, two of which were released after she landed in Canada—Songs of Exile (2016) was shortlisted for Gerald Lampert Award and Letters to My Father was released in 2017. She founded Shab-e She’r (Poetry Night), Toronto’s most diverse poetry reading and open mic series, in 2012. Twitter: @BanooZan

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