WHEN THERE IS NO WIND FROM NERETVA / Poem by Ibrahim Honjo

 
Poem by Ibrahim Honjo
 
 
WHEN THERE IS NO WIND FROM NERETVA
 
Winds are always blowing from Neretva
and bring much rain to Mahalla
but today humidity is heavy, there is not a single soul anywhere
I’m throwing pebbles into the water
trying to wake up the wind
I’m talking to myself
then throwing crumbs of bread from my sandwich
to attract birds, with broken wings
 
this day is seared in my nose
and this intense heat in my eyes
I want to cool off the sun in green cold water
 
a bird in the form of my darling
flies above me flapping its wings
as a Chinese fan
 
finally, I breathe in a new life
and I keep traveling downstream to its mouth
where they say so it is easier to breathe
 
perhaps my grandmother was right
 
when the day was over, she stayed
in her stone house blinds closed
on all windows to keep her home cool
 
youth never believed age then
and it still doesn’t now
 
 
 
 

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