The Sky Keeps Surprises

Ahmad Almallah

the wound is bleeding into white

the wound is threading clouds

across the eye, across its view

            and how can it be

                       that I am

caught

            by the end of this road

by the beginning of a faraway

flame

            off guard

                       I find my steps

going back and forth on pavement

in the middle of the street

                                     a follower

of clouds

            a sort of

                       clown

does anybody see?

            against this view, why

do I feel

            myself

            invisible and invincible

a leaking thing at times

            there among the buildings

and windows

            all above my head

            I could be seen

a fool

            and

                       I am I am.