Apr 2016
After so long a journey
The traveler needed rest
So he picked one of two trees -
That was in his eye the best.
Getting off his “Clio”*
He stepped on a flower
Whose color had braved alone
The asphalt of the highway.
From his car he moved away
And faced a trench gaping gray
Which he was unable to cross
To where the water-spring was.
He yelled into the ditch
Trying to get an answer
Only his echo returned
For want of a transfer
Then a scarlet sand rose,
pulled by the small man’s toes,
Jumped right under his nose
Into the chasm with no bottom.
Back to the tree he returned
But the whole site was now ferned -
Rhizomes wherever he turned:
Underground, too, were now the
badlands.
(c) Lazhar Bouazzi, April, 2016
The traveler needed rest
So he picked one of two trees -
That was in his eye the best.
Getting off his “Clio”*
He stepped on a flower
Whose color had braved alone
The asphalt of the highway.
From his car he moved away
And faced a trench gaping gray
Which he was unable to cross
To where the water-spring was.
He yelled into the ditch
Trying to get an answer
Only his echo returned
For want of a transfer
Then a scarlet sand rose,
pulled by the small man’s toes,
Jumped right under his nose
Into the chasm with no bottom.
Back to the tree he returned
But the whole site was now ferned -
Rhizomes wherever he turned:
Underground, too, were now the
badlands.
(c) Lazhar Bouazzi, April, 2016
* "Clio" is a French car made by the firm "Renault." My son's got one. "Besides, "Clio" happens to be the muse of history in Greek mythology; some mythological accounts assign to her the role of the muse of lyre playing too. She is a daughter of Zeus - like all the muses.
