Distinctiveness

Dry, chilly wind, cold, shivering, walking,

On a hill, panting, tired, carrying loads,

Target: another hill, far but not terribly,

Migrating, like birds, seasonal, it is snowing.

Like nomads, Bedouins, but not a desert.

On a field, snow-covered grass, no oases,

A rabbit follows, sometimes two, I walk,

Now uphill, more tiresome, more pauses.

Fingers numb, pain as sharp as needles,

I am this Life’s patient, no complaints,

Patience, no cure, I have faith, a Muslim,

An Arab, carrying my name, voice, and mind.

Friday, 9^th of March 2012