On June 23 and November 29,
I moved to that island of mine.
I carried with me no luggage,
no worries and no expectations.
Even the conclusions I’ve collected over the years,
I donated them all to those in need.
I’ve been enjoying the island.
Early morning I float naked
above the clear fluid.
In the afternoon soft tics massage my muscles.
In the evening my eyes make sand clocks
barely running.
Every night I prepare Pina Coladas and Sushi.
We dance till dawn.
Insomnia is our hammock when I feel tired.
I decide to stay
I build a window facing the dripping salty water.
Through the foggy glass I glimpse the back yard,
a hole, a homemade box and flowers…
We’re still waiting for my body to arrive.
© 2009 Khaled KE Mahmoud
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