Headache

        I thought it was
           a headache
           but it was
           a poem
           throbbing
           pulsing
           pounding
           hammering
           beating out my brain -
           a coppersmith
           in the amber eastern daybreak
           bent over an anvil
           forging
           Allah's lovely name.
           In the beginning was the pain.
           I thought it was a
           headache
           but it was a
           poem
           throbbing
           pounding
           pulsing
           hammering
           beating out my brain.