Sleep Up Under The Ceiling. Poem by Mahfooz Ali

It is so peaceful on the ceiling!
It is the Place...........
The little crystal chandelier
is off,
the fountain is in the dark.
Not a soul is in the park.

Below, where the wallpaper is peeling,
the gates are locked.
Those photographs are animals.
The mighty flowers and foliage rustle;
under the leaves the insects tunnel.

We must go under the wallpaper
to meet the insect-gladiator,
to battle with a net and trident,
and leave the fountain and the square
But oh, that we could sleep up there....



date: 21/10/2008