What is all this light?
And the sky that we don’t know where it came from this morning,
Where do you end up at night?
Trees are accused of green sin,
And the buds are still blind like newborn kittens…
What are these transparent clouds?
Other than washed heavenly sheets spread out for the sun and air,
And the seagulls over the bay,
What are they but hungry, squealing vesicles?
The water is the color of its depths…
Why is all this not suggested for the existence of,
And I am a human being proposed to him!
Painting by Amir Khatib
The Ovi 