Sheikha A. writes

Debris

It has become hard to decipher dusk.
I am thinking about all the metaphors
and allegories I haven’t already used
and I know there are many creative curbs
I have starved my pages of

but, it is hard to write about a thing
that is neither alive nor dead
when it exists between the grains
of lost time like a night arriving
prematurely –

not destitute in your part,
sitting into late hours staring at your posts
on my screen flaunting a joy
I had deliberately muted myself to
considering it apt justice,
now seem like self-
inflicted redundancy.

 

 Dusk -- Julian Merrow-Smith