Kibriya

  The mind scatters dead fish on a seashore. The sea is vast And still the heart sinks Morning arrives anyway. You lift your hope like a lid, let in the light. trees sway, lend their breath to your lungs as if it were yours Time does what it always does. again the mind scatters silvered bodies, eyes open, nothing swimming What is this misery That does not kill yet does not let you live You are told you have a choice. You could choose otherwise. Yet you return to the dead fish, count them The heart sinks again. The body grows heavy with it. You do not speak Speech is another sea, another way to drown Who sees this But those who love you You hide it from them. What if they could not bear it? What if you were made a jester  bright clothes over a sinking chest Who watches then? the silent witnesses. musketeers at the shore, arms folded, waiting to see if you surface, You know who watches. He lives where the heart sinks. He is called God.