Safa Rises

Safa Rises

Safa placed the kettle on the flame
and watched
and watched
until it boiled

Safa poured the coffee
into a mug
a travel mug
for traveling
covered in an assemblage of stickers
assembled while traveling

Safa slid a scarf off a hanger
a green scarf
knitted by their grandmother
three decades ago
and draped it over their shoulders

Safa put their shoes on 
one at a time

Safa opened the door
stepped
closed the door
locked the door
and walked out into the
cold bright pure sharp numinous 
winter
light air sky

Safa wandered down the sidewalk
as cars sped passed them
Safa sighed

“What is God 
but a collection of lists?”