Twenty-three
Yusuf Misdaq
1
Sometimes I stare out into an expansive sky
And see perfect summer trees with the sun inside them
And these things, they beat me
And it feels good to be no one
It reminds you of the hierarchy.
2
I’ve been still
Staring
As the world has moved
Traveled past me
I’ve been distant as I did the distance
Boiling softly, charging
Never discharging. Never starting. Only parking
Not partaking. Never relating. Waiting
Stumbling, limping, thinking of thinking, softly sinking
Roaming the Earth with a closed mouth
Staring at the colourful people of the South
Poor people / Happy / Me looking / Them living
The life of drums is eternal
Music is always marching with you
Even when you cannot hear