The Child, The Hooded Clock & The Rain Poem by Najib Altawell

Shades fall on a beige wall
A child smile in his sleep
As the rain
Begin to fall
The Hooded Clock strike
Again
And
Again

The child cry with
No tears
While the clouds
Moves slowly
Trying hard to hide
The midday
Sun
As being watched
By a priest and a tired
Nun

The church yard holes
Filled with rain
The old red bus
Arriving “now” but
Late again
Stopping so close
To the old people home
Crowed of people
Rushed towards it
Trying to catch it
Trying to avoid the
Heavy
Rain

The shades on the wall
Quickly change
As the old man’s coat
And the lady’s hat
Moved away
Feeling cold
Covering
More
The sleeping child
As if he sense
Someone close
His round face
Mechanically change
As he Smiles
Once again

The goose bumps
Cover her skin
While she is shivering
She put on
Her blue blouse
And then switch back
The heater on

The Hooded Clock strike
Again
And
Again
One minute later
Everything is peaceful
And
Quiet again
Apart from
The heavy
Falling
Rain