A Weaver Bird of Light
Written by Batullah Quaderee
Translated from the Bengali by Hassanal Abdullah
Narrated by Bill Wolak
Bangladesh
Who asked me to
weave the light?
Could anyone ever
weave light like this?
It’s
not like
knitting
a wollen sweater,
that would be finished before winter.
The eggs of light
arranged in rows,
in a circular array,
it has been spinning around
while clustered in a drop of water—
Is it easy to
weave that
light?
A festival of men and women.
They are now meeting
at the edge of each other’s desire.
In a consumerless dusk,
long and pale;
after all the hugging and kissing,
they ignite the light
and
then switch it off faster.
And I reckon I am not at all
in my own habitude,
having gone to
loverland
burning my flesh.
A flock of birds,
faster than sound,
burns me with its fire,
and I
then keep on
weaving the light,
like a weaver
bird.