Murmur
Murmur is not
the sound of water.
It’s
the whine
of the stone.

Bed
The horizon is
the sun’s pillow
and the night
its bed.
Lending
Did the bird lend
its wings
to that tree?
Whenever the wind blows
the branches
lean
with
the feathers.
Equation
He dreams
to see.
He sees
to dream.
Fatigue
His footsteps
are the ashes
of the embers
of his dreams.
Sleight
He
sleeps
to awaken
his dreams.
Yawning
Death
is a long
yawning.
Darkness
Like death, poetry
is a terrible idea.
They both
lead us
(involuntarily)
to dark
places.
……………
-MOHAMMAD AL-SALEHI