you look like a mountain/standing like no other

grew-up in your bosom…

i had known every stone, every rock, every spring, birds,
worms, butterflies and jasmine plant, rosemary, and basil.

i were plucked before becoming a teenager…
you look like my Five-Finger mountain

arms are wide open
as if embracing the non-existing lover,
and as if smelling her head/hiding your face from everyone/
staring at the eternal sky, standing like one deserted man
You look like a mountain…



Günsel Djemal February 2009 - London