The Sun Laughs
The Sun Laughs
I remember as I am touching mirrors, my name.
My name comprised of five characters
Urges me now, to pick up
The scattered pieces of memories
in the empty box of 'cellophane'
It's what an old woman does
The sun laughs
As my name dictates,
The words and steps
The looks,
The moments that comes and goes
In a room, in a house, behind walls,
Dictating these words as I sob
The sun laughs
So I remember my name
As the sleeps bird in the park
Above the stairs on the thresholds,
On the doors and on the door handles,
In the hallway in the cellars,
In circles in curves,
Under penthouse, in the attic,
In the narrow lanes in the alleys,
In 'Abu Teir’s shop', in shed' watermelon,
In chicken serfs,
In the old houses corridors,
In wheat fields over the almond trees
Between olive branches and
The trunks of fig trees
The sun laughs
I touch my name,
One character at a time
One by one,
To be sure that I am yet, not dead
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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