RAIN IN JUNE
You promised it wouldn't rain in June
but I woke up and felt it coming
for no reason or for so many reasons.
Unspoken words dulled my mind,
built walls around me and
set self-suffocating fires
extinguishing my inner world.
Days went on and I wondered
how long one could bear it.
Then the rain turned into a downpour
but I still believed in your promise
that it wouldn't rain in June.
King Lear rages within me,
Storms, thunders and lightning,
Disquiet of the stone's frailty
And the memory of its old power,
A solid rock becomes soil,
The sea wins the land and
feeds itself with the oblivion,
Swallows words and turns them into the sand.
When the Ararat tops disappear and
Water takes away our bodies,
Will our prayers to sea gods be met
To lighten us with words and keep us alive.
A small coastal village,
a patio with a mosaic
and a table with two chairs
hidden between old roofed houses
and we cast furtive glances
at each other.
The rumbling of the sea waves
stirs our minds and
gives us the needed courage.
Like two branches bowing
in the steady breeze,
we move our hands closer
to the middle of the table,
slowly lift the cigarettes,
our smokes merge
and become one.
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