Map of the Heart

If you want me
you can find me in
the painted canyons carved
by hollow whispers.

When you travel the verdant faults
tuck your secrets
in the cracks draining ojos,
bury them in muddy depositions
unearthed in the baptism
of Spring and love.

You will find little cover here
from the burning light that
opened my pores
to your fertile waters,
but winter came early
froze what was left
into wider crevasses

to see

breathe

release

more.


Time built these labyrinths
around me.
There are no trail signs
or rock cairns to mark the way,
the easy degrades faster
than I can recover.

I am deep rock
for those who seek
the dripping spring,
the hidden garden
of my Babylon.
Seek to walk the path for me,
with me.

No, it won't be easy
to find me now,
after awhile these canyons
look the same -
shades of pink
of love worn.


Yasmeen Najmi

The Wayfinder (for Melanesian Navigator Mau Piailug)

The Wayfinder fixes the horizon
peels the layers of celestial orange
from top to bottom
notes the iridescent clouds
that hint lagoons
and unwrap storms
a white helix of shorebirds
with flapping silver beaks
on long journeys to short mouths
he traces the midnight of ocean rivers

Conducts the concerto of stars
with a cranial compass
points a 20 foot baton at Polaris
swaying arms and sails


På mai, på mai ka makani nui o Hilo
Blow, blow, great wind of Hilo
Bring the big wind gourd


listens for the humpback's French horn
the cymbal hiss of water
lapping hulls of the Hokule'a.


Always aim for the archipelago
never an island
in community you will find your way.


Blindfolded by the blackest nights
he was never alone
or lonely
reached down to the infrared
of volcanos breathing
the bullet movements of tangs
believed and loved what he couldn't see.
When your guiding star is shrouded
and all you have is your dream -
the island in your mind's eye,
the Wayfinder said
"Keep that image in your mind
if you lose it, you're going to be lost."


Lost as their centuries at sea
and each tide called more
of the old ones to the reef
returned waves of questions
of who would lead their people
from the next great flood
that tugged relentlessly.


Ho’i i ke kai
Wa’a Høküle'a
Eø, é ka wa'a


Return to the sea
the canoe Høküle'a.
Canoe, answer to this call.


Streaming orchids and harmonies
he sailed with the next generation
from Hawa'ii to Tahiti
Survival is more
than voyaging
or protecting our shores
but knowing when
to leave our island
and seek the archipelago.


Yasmeen Najmi

© 2010 Yasmeen Najmi