Ordeal

And we lived away from Him as if we spent years

in the Purgatory, and like thoughts we wandered in

the solitude of painful moments and we divided time

in borrowed measurements, with our creative

thoughts we annulled death until our customs took

the form of loneliness and bird chirps awakened

strange yearnings in us which flew away like clouds.

The tree: a loner with which we commenced strange

discourse and with the bag we carried on our shoulders

and with the garment’s fluttering in the wind that

promised us a better future, while

He always stood up the front, His staff an emblem

of superiority and our legs kept moving us day and

night though we only stopped to marvel at

the cyclamen’s miracle

our joy being nothing but our ordeal.

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