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