35.
I don’t know
Whether I will ever see again
The caravans
At dawn
Crossing the desert
Past
The ruins of Palmyra
Or
The millenarian water wheels
Of Hama
Screeching with effort
As they lift
The water of the Orontes
Up to the aqueduct
That crowns the city
Or
The landscape
At the foot of Mount Kasyun
Covered by fallen
Stars
That became
Pure scattered light:
The city of Damascus
I don’t know
Whether I will ever again
Travel the night journey
On the Bagdad train:
Aleppo, Nineveh,
Tikrit...
And whether I will once more
Be able to lift my eyes
And see the beauty of Nahila
Standing on her terrace.
I’ve heard inside myself
A thunder
That shattered my soul.
To mend it
I don’t know what I’ll have to face.