Keep On Trying

By Hibah Shabkhez

Holding my brain like a fishnet

I march into morning,

Resolving in its mesh to get

The Truth, and life’s Purpose

The frying-spoon of the sky pours

Cloud-whites on the sun’s yolks.

Set to catch Beauty, my lures

Hook me a shame-laced joy

I out-glare the crisping sun's frills,

Scourge my mind of breakfast:

Make it do meditation drills

To induce Profound Thoughts.

Now all sunrises smell of egg

With freshly toasted bread;

And sunsets, my sonnet-churns, beg

Instead for meat and rice.