IN ANOTHER COUNTRY
In Kashmir, half-asleep, Mother listens to the rain
In Manhattan, I feel her presence in the rain
A rooster precedes the Call to Prayer at Dawn
God is a name dropper: All names at once in the rain
Forsythia shrivel in a vase on her nightstand
On my windowsills wilted petals, a petulance in the rain
She must wonder when he will put on the kettle
Butter the crumpets, offer compliments to the rain
Awake, she veils her hair, says a prayer—across the seas
Water in my hands becomes a reverence in the rain
At Jewel House in Srinagar, Mother reshapes my ghazal
“No enjambments,” she says. Waah Waah I chant in the rain
“Rafiq,” I hear her call above the city din
The kettle whistles: Mother’s scent in the rain
For Agha Shahid Ali, Kashmiri-American Poet, on the 10th anniversary of his death: February 1949—December 2001. Rafiq Kathwari is a guest writer at 3 Quarks Daily.