This Life/Oh what has become of us?


This life

for Ahlam


This life so various

so coloured

familiar    and strange.

Like the river

it will flow

or be damned.


Today the water in the dam

is muddy.

I look to the watery moon

and cry out:

oh what has become of us?

what has become

of us?


An orange-winged Sitella* sings

from the apple tree.

One of her legs is dangling.

She can no longer climb the trunk

of the tree that would feed her.


Oh what will become

of her?


I call to you:

make her a nest

dear friend

that she may be safe-

surround her with songs.




for me   and for her

and for those whose nightmares continue

even in waking.


Listen dear friends

to that quiet voice-

the beat beneath the beat

the harmony whispering

to the side of the song.


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