Khaju Kerman Park

This park is a nook of many nooks Set in rock so humans can draw near And grow friendly with the mountain Nooks for all flavors of contemplation Nooks as theaters for conversation A secret system of water ducts Lets greenery adorn each rocky scene As if by handiwork of jinns I stroll the rocky promenade at twilight In velvety air I heed a realm beneath silence Where a poet's heart-sounds echo forever On Hafiz Day the big heart of Iran Opens to let me walk in Khaju Kerman Park I gaze across the highway at a sister mountain Its massiveness mirrors the size of this one Above that massif, the moon lights up a cloudscape Wreaths of silvery cloud are just as intricate As whorls and fissures of any monolith Each realm has been given a scale of time To develop its own panoply of forms Between cloudscape and landscape I walk in reverie May our human works last longer than clouds May we gracefully make way for people to come Like travelers going out the gate towards Esfahan Where a holy book was once kept upstairs We are all passing through a gate Beneath the arcane book of Heaven Wherein the scales of all realms are written On this day dedicated to a poet May my thoughts find a fitting place Here where my kind cavort amid greenery Along this edge of massive rock On stone paths hewn by selfless hands Oct.12,2011 in Shiraz/ Nov.22 in Beijing