Fleeing the Dead Sea

evaporating from this Rub'al Khali *

the day fell into a black hole of the universe

 

the watch's hand turns in time's gyres

where The Thing has frozen on the lips

on a slogan's repetitive echo tumbling into eyeball void

Is the day a year, a mirage or dust?

 

returning from the heart of the city to the same question

it hides from my face when I'm about to find it

I search for its shape behind the doors

I listen closely to overhear it

isn't there a life for each name?

That is

in the morning of Time we will walk at our own pace

then die in wooden boats on the Nile

we shall plunge into the light of a dead star in the

galaxy to be reborn into another image of a living being

 

                                                                 Cairo , 12 March - Italy, 6 August 2012

* Rub’al Khali is a desert in Saudi Arabia said to be one of the most arid and most dreadful places in the world.