What The Day Sheds Poem by Khalid Albudoor

Everything is ready
the windows cleaned
the paths are clear today
and you are searching through the old cassettes
while the aroma of coffee wafts from you.

I have bared the drawers of summer leaves
And each one I marked with a sigh.

A disinterested bird flutters behind the window
as the afternoon light pours in
like a waterfall
cascading relentlessly through the hall.

The wave of music will carry you
towards the chair,
your daily harbor,
where your gaze will persist
upon the cushion.
I know
you're not looking at anything
that in your profoundest depths
you're contemplating the sound
the sound of absence.

I close my eyes to distinguish
whether this is a sun spot
falling on
your scarf
or
what this gross day of ours sheds
on our intimate details
as we ready for departure.

Translated From Arabic by: John Peate