how great is the relief to know that the azahar*
smells every year like the year before
and in between the leaves stay green
the sun comes and goes.
how great is the relief to live a life where the doormat is tilted on the right and cannot seem to unfold
and the light bulb fluorescent and annoying a bit
but it’s always so.
as if the consistency of life prepares a bed of flowers, on which you lie and you look at the stars.
But
how great is the distress to know that the sun shines even when you’e not looking;
and the stars flicker without you noticing;
but I don’t worry about these, I observe and rejoice in my observations of
nature, of self and playful mirage in-between.
azahar: from Spanish, Orange Blossom.
Flor del naranjo, del limonero y del cidro; es de color blanco y muy aromática.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 