Simple girl

I'm a simple girl, really,

not bandaged with cloth turbans

of yesteryears,

worn under stocking hats, 

made to look like Santa Claus in waiting

I'm simple girl, really,

living in the moment,

with scarf tied loosely, overhead, on

one shoulder dropping low against bare skin,

I'm a simple girl, really,

yanked from the mosque at noon

by heavily bearded guards, watching over, Allah's tomb

I'm a simple girl, really,

not bound by time-outs

on green grassy fields, where people play

with hearts, weaving them 

back and  forth, back and forth, back and forth

into centuries of old tapestries

where sublime colors wear burgundy,

black and blue, black and blue, black and blue

brush-stroking my soul, while whistling,
while whistling, while whistling in tune  

I'm a simple girl, really.

ldn