Small alef; poetry Miketz

I know dreams
I know dreams imply blessings.

The journey to Egypt with the spice merchants
[darkest time in my life]
it smelled sweet all the way down
some sort of sign —
do not despair;

I will never
abandon you.

I am spinning through the darkest part of my story
smelling sweet

and when I see my brothers
I will bless them
I say:
it was not you who sent me here
but God.

I just knew it I am thinking —
how? my brothers ask

I smelled it, I say
and they will think

I’m crazy.

Small aleph; poetry
Maqam* Sigah
[tri-chord: e half-flat f g (Mi fa sol)]