A Second Reading for the Body Poem by: Abdel latif Moubarak ….. Egyptian poet

A homeland for the soul, akin to Yahweh,
Leaving distances behind,
Traveling within me, coming to me,
Leading me to the nearest bewilderment in my eyes.
A child walking slowly,
Summoned by time whose days are carved
Upon the walls of seven heavens.
And a girl passing by,
Her hammers echoing in the marrow of bones,
Braids of sunbeams
She conceals beneath her skin.
Her moans tear through the ribs,
And she passes to the nearest part of my heart.
A summer cloud sways me,
Comes as it pleases, and rains upon me,
And sows me,
So my cacti sprout from me,
And my secrets that possess them.
Seconds or hours will pass
In my coming life, not the one that’s gone.
With a hand and by you, I don’t know my standing
On my half-open shore,
With the light of passion in my palms,
While from myself, I hide my fear on my path.
A drowned man escaping the wave,
In a sea that holds but one body.
And he is taken… and he is taken…
And I am taken…
I am taken…