Arrival

By Zahir Musa

The door is not wide enough for my joy

I won't enter today

I will scatter my steps

So no one trails me

So I arrive to your eyes

Like an unexpected night

Here walks my heart, pulse by pulse

And the braid of the street swings me , a gray hair in the dusk

Cars chaise me

And scratch my silence

With their panting engines

A soldier stops me

And he doesn't know

That my steps are the medals

On the street's military uniform

He doesn't know

That your mouth does not need ministries

To rule me

And he is not aware that they stay up so we stay up

And I pass

Doors are not knocked on at night time

They are either hugged or kicked

For a night visitor is either I or them

And I pass

And your window overruns me

Like a spot of light

In the shirt of darkness

And I am carrying

My joy

And the braid of the street

And the soldier

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And I don't pass