The Evening’s Water…
By Nujoom Alghanem
Let us rap on the night’s door
and if its souls respond, it is because
it is awake…
and because it is awake
it will listen to the sound of our fear that resembles
the cries of birds migrating in the dark.
Each of us resembles the other when we escape
and we must not leave a trace
anywhere
not even on a molecule of air.
Let us rap on the night’s door
And hope it will open for us.
We leave our steps on the sand,
the snow,
the water…
Oh God, how didn’t we never notice
in which directions we used to drop
our feet!