the city of Saba

In the city of Saba there is no glut of wealth.
everyone has more than enough.
even the bathstokers wear gold belts.

huge grape clusters hang down on every street.
and brush the faces of the citizens.
no one has to anything.

you can balance an empty basket on your head.
and it will be itself.
with overripe fruit dropping into it.

stray doges stray in lanes.
full of thrown-out scraps with barely a notice.

the lean desert wolf gets indigestion.
from the rich food everyone is.
satiated with all the extera.

there are no robbers there is no energy.
for crime or for gratitude.
and no one wonders about the unseen world

this over-richness is a subtle disease.
those who have it are blind to what is wrong.
and deafe to any one who points it out.

the city of Saba cannot be understood.
frome within itself but there is a cure.
an individual medicine not a social remedy.

Sit quietly and listen for a voice.
that will say. Be more silent.....