Poem-A-Thon: Day 17 of 30

day 17/open a favorite book, then without looking, point to a part of a page and write a poem inspired from the word or passage where your finger has landed

I got my cue today from Hafiz's "The Gift."
"And for no reason
A thousand birds
Choose my head for a conference table,
Start passing their cups of wine
And their wild songbooks all around."

A thousand times I
held the moon and sang to her
of how I loved you,
for no reason but to sing
music that warmed me like wine.

Day 17 of TIFERET JOURNAL's 2018 April Poem-A-Thon (a poem a day for the entire month of April).