TRANSITION

THE WORLD MIRROR / SHAKE HEARTS
23.8.2017

 

Buckle up
It is another dry year
There are many rivers on the map
But I am not an ibex or a fish
I am a creature who has been evolved
To the extent of slavery
When you escape the gravity
Do you trust god most
Or aluminum?
Physics is just a range of approaches
That is why they let me pay the ticket fare in advance

***

The more I learn a new language,
Another nomadic tattoo appears on my face
I try to prove my urbanization
To the people
But I am always the thirsty
Who asks for water…

***

If I was an ibex or a fish
I would not care for my civilized image

***

My grandfather feared the drought too
But at least he trusted the mulberry tree
He hugged it
Whenever it felt guilt
As for dad, he likes to travel
Since he did not travel much

***

Is the fearful guy, who is sitting beside me, a physicist?
Or a man who wanted to be a fish?
Do I have to relieve him with a joke?
Do I have to ask him about the atomic weight of aluminum?
He might not find this funny..
So, I am going to tell him about my grandfather donkey
Which works with biofuels
What if he was afraid of the smell of a strange city?
Then I have nothing to say to him

***

Buckle up
Physics is tampering with the wings

***
Excuse me!
May I have a glass of water, please?
This flight is dry
And the rain does not fall
Above the clouds

 

Poem Rami Zakaria, 2016. Translation from Arabic Shurouk Hammoud, 2017.

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