If I were a crow
Liberated
like the yearning winds of Afghanistan
Beneath my curious talons
I'd trace the bitter end of a hopeless snarl
If I were a crow
Relentless
Inculpable of an absurd anomaly, unconcerned
So when illusion breaks I see clearly:
the distance, novel and omnipresent
self, culture, what is, what ought to be
the growing change of heart
Wide, wider than the sun
Everything, everywhere
If I were a crow
Ephemeral
An intangible desire behind the glass window
Coercing hope, dark and deadly
I'd fly free, unapologetically
Afaf
