Moments
Moments stretch
Their hands
To touch my shoulders
And I am old
As a river
Flowing forever.
Eternity sits
By my window
And I become
Young
A baby
Just being born.
Each day
I give birth to my soul
In my body
A broken cradle.
Each day
My feet younger
To begin a journey
To night
To the depth of solitude
Surrounding me with noise.
Nov. 1996.
Mehri Yalfani: Novelist, Poet, Short Story Writer 