My poem

This Morning

I saw this yellow bird
sitting on a tree branch
that had no leaves

Were you the one
who often flew around my house
in the middle of the night?
Were you the one who transformed youself
to this ghostly white figure
and flying and playing
in my garden

Were you the one?

And I saw more birds
sitting on other tree branches
chirping
and hopping happily
And I saw a white butterfly
flapping its wings gently over my roses

Were you the one?

Suddenly,
the yellow bird was not there anymore
Gone.

And I began to think of someone I knew
many years ago
An Arab friend named Razza

Where is she now?



Friday
29 February 2007
11.53 am