(for Lola Roberts)
If I could believe
this was fated,
each hour, each act -
infinite mistakes,
all carefully counted,
I might relax
and spin lazily
in my own orbit,
name my moons
and be fearless.
That was ever the plan
from the moment
I didn't die.
Or maybe long before
my mother named me
Shaista -
when I was a twinkle
in the sky.
Do parents still say that?
I believed it.
I believed I was a star
fallen plucked precious
jewel. If I could believe
then,
why not now?
© Shaista Tayabali, 2015
screen print 'Harvest Moon' by Sally Elford - you can find more of her work at http://www.sallyelford.co.uk
If I could believe
this was fated,
each hour, each act -
infinite mistakes,
all carefully counted,
I might relax
and spin lazily
in my own orbit,
name my moons
and be fearless.
That was ever the plan
from the moment
I didn't die.
Or maybe long before
my mother named me
Shaista -
when I was a twinkle
in the sky.
Do parents still say that?
I believed it.
I believed I was a star
fallen plucked precious
jewel. If I could believe
then,
why not now?
© Shaista Tayabali, 2015
screen print 'Harvest Moon' by Sally Elford - you can find more of her work at http://www.sallyelford.co.uk
