12gauge.com 2002

Distant and Small
Roy Samana

The dawn came slowly but steadily -
Taking away the stars that had twinkled for us the night before
Revealing the gray morning sky that was full
Of clouds
In all the colors of the bow
That has sent an arrow from hell in order to extinct our fragile time.
In these metallic clouds no pets can be seen
Nor fairies or puffy pillows
As we stare up above all we can see are dragons
And monsters and sinking lifeboats
In calm seas.

I suddenly recall that one night
When the light was still afar,
I told her: “the moon is full"
And she said: “but look, he’s sick"
Yes, I too noticed his dirty yellow color
“It looks so small from here, and so far" she whispered.
At that moment I realized that my pain appears exactly the same to her:
Distant and small.

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