At the Door of a Lonely Heart by Abboud al Jabiri

1

I am not alone -
the truth is
I befriended my loneliness

2

He’s satisfied with a pinch of salt on his daily bread
with a little of you at night
with a short night
with you asleep on dream’s shoulder
with a brief dream
with you walking on sleep’s shore
with a light sleep
that sways between the keening of the nai
and the clanging of goat bells

3

If God gave the sun the weekend off
people would know how you shine all the time
even though I am the only one who notices

4

It is a blank wall,
an old wall -
a heart burdened by drought and clay:
write your name here,
but don’t pierce it with nails

5

Be careful with his limbs:
mend him with fine yarn
and don’t rip his hem,
gather up his stray threads,
and squeeze him gently
when he is wet -
even if he seems like just an old shirt,
really, he is a heart

6

Like a flag
flying  in a free country
you are waving in my heart

7

Who wept on the breast of the other?
Only the wet shirt
knows the answer