Poetry | شعر

Dark cold is the real feeling after a flash of fire, I imagine. No more light means no more reflection,…

why can’t i hold you / the way a watch holds a scent / the way sun cleans a stone…

and your soul floats somewhere, unmoored / evicted, searching for the door – / some way inside

I want my country. I think of us / again. Coffees at 2 am / 2 minutes from my house.…

Which means we felt/ other times such trembling and a year has passed. I remember shrubs stayed/ dark to the…

لم أفهم قطّ معنى أن تكون ابناً ضالّاً حتى إني لم أشاهد الفيلم لكنّي، وإنْ لم أغادر، أستعدّ للعودة.

and your soul floats somewhere, unmoored / evicted, searching for the door – / some way inside