The Missing Poem
I had forgotten about the book.
After digging through my email history, I located my original query. The bookseller offered an automatic notification service for any book which may show up in its inventory, and 642 days ago, I requested a copy of The Twelve Poems of al-Saher.
I racked my brain trying to remember why I’d ordered it in the first place. It had been at least a year since I’d even read a poem and I didn’t remember being interested in a scribe named al-Saher. A cursory review of my journal around that time jogged my memory.
When I sent in the request, I was chin-deep into mysticism and unexplained mysteries of the past--you know, a little Kabbalah, a little Nazca lines. Several of the authors I’d read went on and on about how civilization was no longer cogni
