Ordinary Heaven

It occurs to me that Ladan Osman is one of the most inquisitive poets I have ever read. And inquisitive is perhaps too weak a word, so let me use questioning. Her work is questioning. She asks about everything; she wants to know about everything. The rooms of these poems are crowded with all manner of things and people she wants to ask about. She picks up an image from one side of a room and asks us about it. Then she snatches another from the other side and asks about that. She is almost out of breath from so much asking. Why do you do that? Why do you do that to me?