FETUS’S BECOMING

THE WORLD MIRROR / SHAKE HEARTS
29.8.2017

 

I become a fetus
Roll on myself like a ball
This remembering feeds me
I get high on the musk
Of the umbilical chord
The melded odors of my parents
I bask in my beginnings
My mother and I and I as one
As we orbit our universe
Now the clear water sits
On the sediment
My true self without mask or Gayle
Free from algay and colors
I arise without myths and predictions
Free to become

 

Poem Deema Mahmoud (Braids of a Spirit, 2015). Translation from Arabic Soha El Sebaie.

Shake Hearts column publishes poetry in three languages. Photo by Hanna Hirvonen.