I am unwinding,
after a long days work
and a long nights printing
(my hands are a shade of blue)
I can hear the cicadas
ringing out a night symphony
(with no expectation of applause)
The air is cool -
beckoning me out
into the breeze.
I am drinking ginger tea,
a hand resting on my stomach
feeling the gentle rise and fall
of breath.
I am reading love poems
and unwinding to myself.In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
(Nizar Qabbani)