Coarse Salt from Oblivion by Ran Shevi

The air stands still in the room
Early night, smoke twisting
Four white walls and I’m clinging
Before my blinding
Eyes, I freeze

Behind the horror paths of our abilities,
Hiding my head among the shriveled branches of memory,
Trying to fall asleep in their elusive shade

The sweet room of the night
Much too early,
Trying to fill your absence
With thick layers of
Coarse salt

A salty dreamless bed with the absence of you
The trail of your smell still soaked in the sheets

Behind the horror paths of our abilities,
Hiding my head among the shriveled branches of memory,
Trying to fall asleep with coarse salt, coarse salt

feeling the absence of you
much too early
Five years before dawn,
Too early with the absence of you

• Rock
• Israel