the wheel-barrow full of pointless regrets

Palestinian Artist Laila Shawa

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I must have slept after all.

We might call it sleep, but I wanted to rest my mind,

Not just my body. Instead,

I read long into the night. Outside,

The full moon of August was high and glowing.

My body was reading but my soul was outside,

Walking in the yellow moonlight.

Then I woke up with a start in my reading chair,

The book was…