Michel L. Sukkarieh
USA
sukkami@yahoo.com

Yesterday when we met

before the night is too late and the early fall light
sweeps it away
i wanted to write you,

without leaving my dream

without burning this image

because, i wanted to tell you how the story of
love grows to inf-i-nity where no boundaries exist
and

there is only ONE vision of what i feel since i met
you

or when i held you yesterday in my arms

i sleep next to you smiling

and for one moment,

i feel that i am god


i think it all

i know it all

i feel it all

all with all its simplicity, minus its complexity,

all its divinity minus its holiness

( this is what god is all about )


this is why we exist .. to feel that moment.. to think that moment.. to LIVE that moment


my son. !!!


between now and yesterday, there is one fact,


i stopped writing! I killed my poems

i burned my imagination and put it sixty seven
thousand feet under


(finite,
cheap
horrible
naive in all they tried to accomplish)

since yesterday, my words melted like the salt in the sea

into one final poem
as all what i once wrote seemed finite and ugly
without delicious pleasures
full of predictable tastes and after tastes
as if my poems were all but fake
as all things become nothing
as if my constantly shifting paradigms become
shallow, empty of all cycles

laying next to you is a simple image

the image of me laying next to my father

about a million years ago

as your turn comes nearer, you will feel this
image... and maybe more

today, when i cross my hands over my chest ..

hold a smile, close my eyes, feel that you are
watching me.. looking for me,

building your value system on my imperfect value
system

at that point... at that point.. at that perfect
time

I am god! i am perfect

at that point.. i know why god had existed forever

i know that i am a father

i know that i that i am my father...

i know that you are my father and

My son...

now i ask you to
hear my silence , even if i say nothing..

listen to me laughing even when i am drifting in
space

repeat after me as if you know what is coming
pray if you want
make mistakes when they dont hurt you
be rebellious, write your thoughts, fight
become a poet, a musician
but after you do all of that
become a god, become a father..
then you will feel
why my soul froze my fingers forever
since yesterday
as yesterday is the first time we met
- for my son Keyan